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Chapter Seventeen

Later

"Tommie, are you sure you know where you are going?" I asked, obviously 'too concerned'. But, honestly, I had a reason to be. How would my Irish husband know his way round a cliff in Switzerland? Yet, he assured me that he knew where he was going.

The weather, according to locals, is pretty good. The warm sun shined through the grey clouds, but the icy wind brought a bitter chill to the air. An old wooden fence brought Tommie to an immediate halt. Then he amazed me by suggesting that we climb over.
"Come on, it'll be a piece o' cake." Tommie smiled. He went over first, and I followed. Because of a rather muddy puddle surrounding the bottom of the fence, he lifted me down carefully, gently holding my waist. When we were both over, Tommie grinned and nudged my shoulder. "See, told you so. Again." I smiled at him sarcastically.
"Oh, hahaha. Now where's my piece of cake?" I teased the last part. Tommie took my hand and carried on walking. It was becoming increasingly dirty on the wet grass, so I lifted my skirt off the ground with my free hand.
"So, this is what the locals call 'good' weather?" I said, turning my head to face Tommie.
"Mm. I guess it could be worse. At least it isn't pouring down with rain." Tommie looked on the bright side of things.
"Tell me, Tommie, how you know your way around the Swiss countryside?" I asked.
Tommie shrugged. "I've seen this place on the maps a lot."
I turned my attention to the swampy grass. "Sure is muddy." I frowned, looking at my shoes. Tommie laughed.
"It's not that bad, Helen." I stared at him as if he was utterly mad.
"What?" Tommie looked confused. I shook my head.

"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
I asked him again and again, amused. I bent over, laughing, when I heard Tommie mutter, "What's so funny?"
"You!" I exclaimed.
"I know, I'm hilarious." Tommie marched off.
I had been driving Tommie mad for the past hour or so. But we were nearly there now, so the effect was sort of wearing off. I could see the peak of the tall cliff, but to get there was a slippery slope. Tommie, being the stubborn one, marched right up there, but lost his footing. I ran over to help him, being careful not to slip myself. I thought he had hurt himself at first, but he had stumbled to his feet and was laughing. I smiled at him, before boasting, "Now, who wanted to run off up the muddy hill?" I tucked a piece of hair from his brow behind his ear.
"Me…." Tommie admitted.
"So who's the smart one?" I put my hands on my hips.
"You…."

I started up the hill again, leaving Tommie staring after.