My American Lady
American Lady Present It’s a quiet country hotel. It has a long sweeping drive lined with oaks, bordered by wide lawns on both sides. My car rattles its way along the drive to the gravel covered car park. With relief I switch off the engine and sit for a moment. The slight wind rustles the leaves and the sun, low in the autumn sky, sheds a little warmth. The oaks’ leaves are just turning to red and gold. Am I doing the right thing here? She has hired a car and I don’t know which, if any, is...
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