Summer Holiday/Bob's Family

"Come on kids, we'll be late if you don't hurry;" Mary turned to her husband. "I'm wasting my breath; give me a hand with the luggage will you, the taxi will be here in a minute."

Bob grabbed both cases and lifted them easily, even though they were not far off the maximum weight, and carried them down the front steps. He was 35 years old and although he wasn't tall, he was a guy you definitely wanted on your side in a fight. He dropped the big cases on the front drive of their big detached house and turned to get the two smaller ones. Mary was bending over adjusting one of the straps as he came up behind her.

Bob couldn't resist giving her a playful slap, and got a painful dig in the ribs for his trouble. "Watch it Mister, she said as the two children came running down the stairs.

"It's my turn," Molly said.