Back at the Castro estate, Penelope laid on Tyrion's arm since there wasn't a pillow or cushion around for her to use.
Penelope looked up at the sky. It had been a while since she had stopped to admire its beauty.
A large tree beside where the couple lay shielded them from the blazing sun.
"I must remember to have Winston take out the coats and set them to the side. Fall will soon be upon us, and then winter. We will have so much to prepare for, like our father's birthdays. Do you think we would be out of Lockwood by then?" Penelope asked, rolling on her side to see Tyrion.
"Perhaps. If we cannot return before their birthdays, they shouldn't be angry. We have celebrated with them each year. Something is wrong that you think of our fathers now," Tyrion said, placing his hand on Penelope's bare waist.
