When the last of the guests had left and his mother had wandered inside to boss around the remaining staff, he held his hand out to his wife and led her to that same broom shed they’d stumbled into numerous times over the years. Heavily pregnant and tired from the long day of festivities, she quirked an eyebrow at him as he floated a broom out of the shed. The broom had a cushion affixed to it and hoovered just a couple of feet off the ground.  