The view of the gardens was cold and dreary, with only hints of green here and there. In the warmer weather is was alive with colorful blooms and Alexander Waverly took pleasure in spending time there with his family, a rare occasion though that was.
Today after a brief respite during the holidays, it was time to return to headquarters in New York City, from this refuge in Connecticut. T.H.R.U.S.H. would no doubt be back to their usual mischief now that their holiday truce would be ending.
His wife Estelle, though tired from readying the house for Christmas and New Year’s Eve had finally given herself some time to relax. With the decorations taken down and tucked safely away in the attic, the house thoroughly cleaned again; she finally sat down on the oversized sofa; a tea service set in front of her on the coffee table.
“Alexander, come have a cup of tea with me dear?”
He puffed away on his pipe, filling the room with the scent of tobacco, one his wife was quite fond of after all these years.
Smelling it meant her husband was home. Though a patient woman, there were times now that she missed him more than ever. When the children were younger, they kept her occupied along with her knitting, crocheting, paiting and reading; anything to keep her mind off the dangers her husband and his people faced on a daily basis.
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