Gemotions

He couldn’t sit still. Robert, usually a man of quiet contemplation, was currently buzzing like a bee. He’d discovered the account in the study. He leaned against the countertop, the cold granite a minor distraction from his current state of high spirits. The amount was a revelation, a testament to Eleanor’s clandestine frugality.

He pictured the look on Eleanor's face when he told her. He pictured them discussing their options, laughing together, finally free to do the things they had always dreamed of. A flush crept up his neck, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. He reached for his phone, ready to call the travel agent.