From the Bag-Of-Holding, Mitch produces a sub-bag, tipping the contents out onto her lap. Balls of pale green yarn tangle with knitting needles and what looks as though it's going to be some sort of hat or balaclava.
Why put rabbit ears on a balaclava?
But I know better than to ask.
Still, the sun is bright, and the sky is blue. A warm breeze plays through Mitch's hair, ruffling it in a way that catches the sunshine in glossy copper highlights and wafts her scent to me. In the play area, Cara and Adam squabble over the rights to a spring-loaded rocking horse before Adam concedes possession and moves on to the sandpit. Cara climbs off the horse and follows.
It feels completely alien, almost bizarre.
But...
This was a good idea...
Opening my paper again, I settle to enjoy the surreal experience. From the corner of an eye, I see Mitch glancing my way. She smiles, moving close to peck a kiss on my cheek.