Detour: All Alone

I promised still pointy, however I have chosen to pose this question instead: when you're on vacation, what is the longest acceptable time apart from your significant other?

I never believed on being attached at the hip, but when is it time to become concerned. My blogging friend Rosaria sort of posed this question in a series of posts labeled as excerpts from her 'Unnamed Madonnas' novel. The main character's husband suddenly disappears from a square where he and she shared coffee with other tourists taking in the sights of Venice. By the end, he resurfaces; now, are you grateful he returned or angry that he left?

Tomorrow, Feeling Lucky. . .