

Yes, I wish I could see my mom and dad more often, but in the end, you are everything this borrowed heart of mine could ever want.” You are home, and I don’t regret a thing. Mom and Dad live in the States, but Würzburg is home. Robin thought for a second and shook his head. They sat on the sofa together, and Schnitzel took possession of Johan’s lap.

Robin and Johan left his parents in their room and went to the living room. “Mom said lunch will be ready in half an hour.” On the drive back, they talked a little but mostly let his parents rest in back.Īfter Johan pulled to a stop outside what was now Robin’s home, they helped get his parents’ things to their room. Greta has lunch planned for you, and then you can rest after the long flight.” He took his mother’s bag, and Johan took his dad’s, and they walked out to the car. “I think he’s happy to have us out of the way for a while.” “Your brother has been taking over more and more, so we decided that he can handle things for a couple of weeks.” Dad leaned closer. “I’m glad you could get away.” This was the first vacation his parents had taken in years. “Son,” his dad said, and Robin hugged him again. Oliver, it seemed, had a huge circle of friends, and they had gotten the word out. All of them are full, and we are adding one or two more to handle the demand.” He’s helping his family with the restaurant, and I’m working with Albert to set up the tours for this summer. “I I work from home most days, and Johan and I meet for lunch. “Whatever you’re doing here agrees with you.” “You look wonderful,” his mother said, holding his hands and taking a step back. “There they are,” Johan said five minutes later, and Robin hurried over to hug his mom and then his dad. According to the information board, the plane had landed twenty minutes earlier, so they would be coming out at any time. Robin grew more nervous as they got out of the car and walked into the terminal, where they would meet Robin’s parents once they landed and went through passport control and customs. They sailed at speeds unheard of in the US to the outskirts of Frankfurt, where they encountered traffic at the turnoff for the airport. Robin got into the passenger seat of the plush, comfortable car, and Johan drove them to the Autobahn, opening the car up. “Thank you.” He loved how they had made him feel welcome, and they seemed to be extending those same feelings to his parents. “Louisa is coming too.” Marta was away at Princeton but would be home in a few months. He and Fritz shared a love of fishing, and Fritz even showed Robin some of his favorites brooks for trout. “I have special lunch planned,” Johan’s mom explained. His dad tossed Johan the keys to his Mercedes and told him to take their car instead, since it would be more comfortable.
