One last vow

So we're up the coast.

It's another blustery day. The beagle's snoring and the kids are making a pink and yellow toadstool cake covered in edible fairies.

I've finished my jigsaw of Haleakala Volcano, and am demolishing the sudoku when I notice the date on the newspaper.

Sixteen years has taught me not to play cute with the knowledge.

'Wedding anniversary this Friday, sweetie. Where do you want to take me?'

He looks up from the paper. 'Ken's on his own Friday night. I thought maybe we should do s...