David was extremely pleased with her progress. His house was beginning to feel like a home. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found a woman as wonderful as Sara. She was so easy to love, and he found himself loving her more each day. He felt happy and at peace with himself. He could even think about Sam without feeling that terrible pain of loss. Although his son's life had been short, it had been good, and he had died believing in what he was doing. David could come to terms with that, especially now that his own life had changed so much. He didn't even regret all the years he'd spent working so hard at a job he hadn't really been happy with. His secret ambition was to be an architect, but unfortunately he'd discovered it too late and had already invested too heavily in a law degree to switch midstream, so he'd become a successful tax attorney. But now he was able to experiment with some of his ideas by restoring the barn and making renovations to the house. He felt content with his new life, and so happy with Sara that it almost scared him when he wondered what their future would be, but he forced himself to concentrate on the present, knowing the future would take care of itself.
On the anniversary of their living together for one month, Sara left the hardware store early to shop for a special dinner. She went to Charlie's meat market and picked out two thick Delmonico steaks, then bought a bunch of fresh broccoli, two large baking potatoes, some greens for salad, and since this was such a special occasion, she decided to splurge on a bottle of Moet Chandon.
When she got to the farm, she pulled around to the side of the house and brought the groceries in through the kitchen door.
"David..." she called as she put the groceries away. The black cat rubbed up against her legs when she opened the refrigerator door.
"So you think you're hungry do you, Cat? Well, let's see." She took out the carton of milk and poured some in a small bowl. "Here you go," she said as she set the bowl on the floor and petted Cat's warm, dark fur. "We really should name you something other than Cat ...so where's David?"
She stood up and while still folding a brown paper grocery bag, walked down the hall towards David's den. The sound of his voice stopped her.
"...OK. I'll pick you up at noon ... Saturday ... right ... I love you too, honey. See you then, 'bye."