We were both still so exhausted that the drive to Sagaponack, when we had a perfectly good home in the city, seemed like something we could leave for another day. We spent a wonderfully relaxed Sunday with his relatives at the apartment, and Monday morning we drove with them to the airport to see them off. “Sure you won’t come with us?” Runólf asked by way of greeting as he hugged Neil at the bottom of the jet stairs “We’ll come and visit soon, I promise.” Neil manfully clapped his brother on the back. “I was asking Sophie,” Runólf said with a wink, and Kristine gave his shoulder a slap. “Stop teasing,” she admonished, juggling Annie from one hip to the other. The baby had grown like crazy since we’d seen her at Christmas, and was as blonde as her mother. “Of course, you’re both welcome any time.” “And we’ll be back for the wedding, if we’re invited,” Fiona said, giving her brother a look that mirrored an expression I’d seen from Neil a time or two.
