"I can prove it, darling."
William Mortimer smiled smugly at his wife. He lay back on the toasty blanket and stretched himself out in the late afternoon Surat sun.
Rachel laughed lightheartedly. "There is no need for that, dear. I don't savvy your silly diversions."
William chuckled. Then all of a sudden, as if seized by a revelation, he sat up with excitement. "How about a little wager, woman?"
He had that familiar childish sparkle in his eye. Rachel still had trouble deciding whether she loved it or loathed it. She smiled and returned to putting the utensils away into their picnic basket. The sun still had some degrees left to climb down before extinguishing itself in the silver water...
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