The AdventureChapter 3
“Uncle Andre, how good to see you again!” said Gwen, smiling warmly. “Gwen, it has been much too long. I wish we had had time to talk at the funeral but unfortunately pressing business drew me away much too quickly.” He was tall, trim and looked ten years younger than a man in his late fifties. His Van Dyke beard gave him a somewhat mysterious aura, his hair still full but graying, eyes almost black. “But here we are now,” she replied motioning him into the living room. He had called that...