Kapitel 88: Chapter 88

“I’m sorry, Papa.” Jamie put the car in gear and drove down the long, curving drive to the street.

“Why?”

“It was hardly fair for you to face the music when I was the one who stirred up the hornet’s nest.”

“Well, that’s mixing metaphors.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Brook leaned across the front seat and kissed his cheek. “That’s one of the things I love about him.”

“I lucked out, don’t you think?” Jamie grinned at me through the rear-view mirror.

“I’d say you did. Your mother brought up an interesting conundrum—what Brook should call me.” I reached over the front seat and touched her shoulder. “Give some thought as to what you’re comfortable with.”

“You’d let me call you Papa?”

“If that’s what you choose.”

“My sister’s father-in-law insists she call him Mr Wyndham, if he speaks to her at all.”

“Pity.”

“It is, and it’s his loss.” Brook stared out the passenger window, not saying anything further.

“Why don’t we stop by the Rainbow Room for a nightcap?” Jamie suggested.