Cozumel had saved John Trent's marriage and his life.  The translucent blue, blue water on the ocean side, the delicious cuisine, the friendly Mayan natives.

     Not since their honeymoon four years before had Julie looked as beautiful, yes, as fitching to love in every sense of that term.  Especially in the colorful one-and two-piece swimwear.

     When he returned to the firm it was still there and he felt as refreshed and resourceful as he had ever been.  But here's the best part as the tune went:  

Dr. Neiman's confirmation of an offspring to their little family in September, a daughter.

     Ah, Cozumel!

     Nine to five.  No more twelve-hour work days.

     John Trent had been working on the railroad all the livelong day.  But now he would be de-training Monday-Friday from that whistle stop with the curious three word name.

Home Sweet Home.