Two days passed and he had heard nothing on the job. He had said nothing more about John Dunner. He had put his business card away. He was pretty sure about calling him. But, thought it best to wait until Molly had gone. He did not want to do anything that might unsettle her.

Molly was upstairs, he could tell she was getting nervous about heading back to Afgan. He also knew a big reason for going back was to see Bashira. He was pretty sure if it were not for Bashira he would have been able to talk her out of it.

Today they were supposed to be out looking for a sofa but, Molly had not slept well. He knew what the dream was even though she refused to discuss it with him. He slept next to her for Gods sake did she really not think he would know what the subject matter was.

He sighed, he had tried to talk to her about the dream so many times. But, she always changed the subject. He knew she wouldn't talk to anyone about it. He sat with his coffee looking out at the garden worried but not sure what to do.

Suddenly she burst into the kitchen. 'Come on then lazy, lets go buy us a sofa'. She looped her arms around his neck as she laid her head on his shoulder. He pulled her round to him and kissed her.

'Ah yes a sofa. You sure you want to do that? I can think of other things to do'. He nuzzled her neck and could smell her perfume. He ran his hands down her back. She pulled back and looked up at him 'We are going out to buy a sofa today Charles James, trying to distract me will not work. Get your coat on mate'. She kissed his lips and as she went to move away he pulled her back. He kissed her slow and made sure she realised what she would be missing. He heard her moan and thought she would relent. But,this was Molly Dawes. She put her hands on his chest and moved away from him. 'Stop it you brat, lets go I need that bloody sofa'. He laughed, got up and put his cup in the sink.

Three hours later and two arguments over patterns and colours, they still had no sofa and were barely talking. He cursed himself for even suggesting they did this before she went on tour. He had thought it would be fun, romantic even. He had never bought a piece of furniture. Rebecca had done everything when they were married.

He had stupidly thought this was something to be enjoyed, a memory made of their first joint purchase. 'Shows what you know, you cockwomble' he said to himself.

Molly was looking at beds now she said she could not discuss sofa's any longer. She looked like she might kill him she was pretty fierce when angry. He didn't know what to do. This was unknown territory for him. He walked around the store looking for Molly and found her sitting on the edge of a bed.

'Molly?'

'Okay Charles, now don't get mad but, that sofa we saw in Jones'

'The grey one?'

'Yes that one, I think thats the one we should get'

'Molly, that was the first sofa we looked at' he looked at his watch 'we saw that sofa 3 hours ago'

'Yes well I think that is the one'

'Are you fucking serious? You have made me walk around all these bloody shops and you want the first sofa now?'

Her bottom lip trembled, oh no she was going to cry he thought. He knelt down in front of her. 'Molly it's fine. We can get that one okay?'

Molly looked at him 'you sure?' He nodded, and took her hand pulling her up to lead her out of the shop.

Molly had her head down but, she was smiling. This had been so much fun. She knew that she should have told him in the first shop she loved the sofa too. But to be honest it was so much fun winding him up and she had not been able to stop. This would be something she would think about in Afgan and laugh over when she felt down. It also meant he was walking and exercising that leg. As a medic she knew that he needed to keep putting weight on it and walking was the best thing.

Charles was furious but, he could say nothing. He didn't want to upset her she was going in five days. He looked down at her. Her head was down, was she crying? Women, he just didn't understand them. Hours walking around and now the first sofa.

An hour later and one sofa was bought. He didn't even broach the subject of looking at anything else he was done in.

Molly seemed to be in great spirits and was hugging him as they left the shop. Seriously women he loved her but she did his nut in sometimes.

Heading home they decided to walk. It was cold but they enjoyed the cold air. As they reached the Royal Crescent Charles remembered there was a Jane Austen series being filmed today. He had forgotten about that. Might be tricky to get past and get in the front door.

He looked down to say something to Molly but, she was already loosening her grip on his hand. Moving away from him to see what was going on. She looked back at him 'Charles what is going on?'

'Its the BBC Molls filming some drama Jane Austen I think. We had the letter about a month ago'.

Molly was gone, she had managed to disappear thru the crowd and he lost sight of her. She was mesmerised standing on the corner watching the filming. He caught up with her and she looked up at him as he took her hand and put it in his.

'Charles this is beautiful, look at the clothes, the people. Who is Jane Austen?'