Savannah 06
‘Mister La Salle’ a voice called from over Adam’s shoulder. Turning, he recognised Jayne Essington, a friend of Amanda’s. ‘Good morning Missus Essington’ he said taking her hand, bowing and kissing it. ‘How lovely to see you. What brings you to Boston?’ ‘I am here for my nephew’s graduation’ the plumpish but nevertheless quite attractive, black haired widow informed him, leaving her hand in Adam’s. ‘From Harvard?’ ‘No Boston University. He wanted to study agriculture and Harvard didn’t...