By the end of the week, Abbey and Zoey had compromised on schedules. Zoey had accompanied her mother to the National Portrait Gallery and Harrods Department Store, which was an afterhours visit for security reasons. Abbey and Zoey had returned to Wimbledon for the Ladies Finals at Center Court. Abbey had reluctantly agreed to a third trip on the final day of their visit for the Men's Final between Roger Federer and Mark Philippoussis.

But first, Abbey had a surprise for Zoey. On the afternoon after the Ladies Final, the two women were on their way back to the hotel when Zoey realized they were taking a different route.

"Mom, our hotel is not this way."

"I know, sweetie. I have a surprise for you. Just enjoy the trip."

Confused, that was all Zoey could do until the car pulled up to a run-down set of row houses in central London. London Bobbies had blocked off the street for two blocks and had only allowed their car to pass and park in front of one of the row houses.

"Mom, where are we?"

"Honey, this is the apartment house your father and I lived in when we first married and moved to London while he attended school. We had a third-floor walkup. Want to see it?"

"Sure."

Scotland Yard had made special arrangements with the current occupants to be gone while the First Lady of the United States and her daughter made this visit to see a very special place in the First Lady's life. They both got out of the car and, escorted by their two agents, entered the lobby and started climbing the stairs. The entire climb Abbey was reliving the multiple times she and Jed climbed the exact same stairs, especially as her pregnancy with Liz progressed, and it got harder and harder to do so. How Jed had laughed at her getting out of breath in her eighth month because she had gained so much weight. But he learned his lesson very well so he had only done it one time.

Abbey had a lot of apprehension of how their flat would look after all this time. Marks opened the door and motioned for Abbey and Zoey to wait while he made a final sweep of it. Once he was satisfied, he stood back and Abbey and Zoey entered the rather dingy living room.

But in Abbey's mind, she only saw a cheerful room, painted in bright yellow with white chintz curtains and flower chintz covered overstuffed chairs and a two-seat sofa taking up all the space in the tiny flat. The kitchen on the left had been also been painted bright yellow with a small enamel covered aluminum table and two chairs. The table was always covered with Jed's books and papers and there was always an ongoing argument between the two of them on the appropriate use of the table. She felt it should be kept clear and used only for dining and he saw it as essential for studying, especially if he was to be at home for any length of time.

Still lost in the past, Abbey moved to her right to enter the tiny bedroom. She had painted it pale blue and had found a dark blue bedspread at a local thrift store which made it more neutral and manly for her husband. One of the things Jed insisted upon was no flowery materials in their bedroom. So that meant neutral sheets, towels, bedspreads, etc. Even to this day she kept the bedroom décor neutral so he would not be overrun by, as he put it, "girly' stuff. He had enough of it in the rest of the house. The only concession he had made was for Liz's crib. He allowed Abbey to have pink sheets and pink bumper pads for her. But after they moved back to New Hampshire, he mentioned to Abbey one day that he was glad to see the pink stuff moved to its own place. She laughed silently as she remembered the night he spent on the couch for that remark.

"Mom? Mom? Did you hear me?"

Abbey was brought back to the present. "I'm sorry, baby. What did you say?"

"I asked you, did you and Dad enjoy your time here?"

"Yeah. We were newly married and we had our whole lives ahead of us. As the saying goes, the world was our oyster."

"Mom, that's such a cliché."

Abbey smiled. "Yes, it is. But that's how we felt. Especially after Liz was born. We had a new baby, your father was almost finished with his final degree, and within months we would be heading back to the states and I would be starting medical school." She turned to her daughter and gave her a hug. "Zoey, one of these days I bet you'll feel the same way. Come on, let's go eat. The Battered Fish is just around the corner. My treat."