After we landed, we retrieved our baggage and headed for one of the island helicopter services, which would take us to Jennifer's home, which was located on one of the smaller islands.
An hour later we were in a helicopter, clattering over the water, headed for the spot where we'd be spending the next three weeks. The chopper landed in the yard outside the expansive single-story home which sat on a bluff overlooking the ocean and Jennifer and I got out and took our baggage. While the chopper lifted off, Jennifer and I headed for the house.
"This place is kind of isolated," I commented as we walked across the expansive lawn. "What are we going to do about food?"
"The man who takes care of this place for me put in a supply of food that should last us at least three weeks," Jennifer replied. "I called and asked him to do that before we left."
I smiled and said, "You thought of everything, didn't you?"
Jennifer's vacation home was magnificent. Laid out on one floor, it had all the modern conveniences, was sumptuously furnished, yet looked very comfortable. "Horace must have been very good at what he did to be able to afford a place like this," I commented once we were inside.
Jennifer nodded. "I knew he was doing well, but I had no idea how well until the lawyer explained just how large his estate was," she said. "And, even though he didn't have to, he left it all to me."
"Didn't he have any family?" I asked.
She shook her head. "His parents both died when he was young, and he was an only child," she said. "There were some cousins, I think, but he never had any contact with them." She looked around. "Sometimes I feel guilty about what I've gotten from my marriage to Horace. I mean, I..."
I walked over and put my arms around her. "You were a good friend and, to the extent you could be, a good wife," I said. "You have nothing to feel guilty about." I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.