September 1980
The house was cold and almost empty. There were no shouting kids, no music playing, just the sound of the light wind playing outside and Frida's perfectly manicured fingernails tapping impatiently on the bedside table.
She sat on the edge of the bed waiting, she had been waiting for what felt like hours already. "Benny please hurry up" she called through the bathroom door to their en-suite.
"Hang on hang on... I'm just... trying... to..." and then she heard a groan as the bathroom door opened.
"What's the problem?" She stood up, her anger now being masked by mild concern.
"I uh..." he looked down at himself and then back up to meet her eyes "I can't tie this bloody tie okay?! I don't normally... wear them properly tied"
Frida giggled and approached him slowly, reaching out her arms a little "Need a hand?" She smiled reassuringly.
"Of course dear, but what about my tie?" He smirked. Frida faked a shocked expression and hit him on the arm, the two of them falling in...
