[A quick glance around at the shop- empty as the end of the day approaches- and Maria squeezes her husband's hand.]

I fear we are growing sentimental in our domesticity.

[That doesn't stop her from getting to her feet and leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, just over his scar.]

By your side I will remain, even when I am old and grey and unable to walk without the aid of one of our many, many grandchildren to keep me propped upright.