Chapter 12
Atlanta, GA
Philip
CHARLES TOOK MY hand and led me through a large and very grand foyer, which was typical of large old houses of the period, then through an archway and into a parlor, which, though quite large, managed to convey an air of intimacy. His grandmother, who had been sitting in a rocking chair beside a small table, closed the book she’d been reading after marking her place, set it carefully on the table, and rose with the aid of a cane when we entered the room. She was tall for a woman of her generation, slim, very elegant, and every bit the patrician I’d been led to expect. Charles led me halfway across the room before he let go of my hand and walked over to embrace the old lady.
“Hi, Gran,” he said. “I’m sorry I forgot to call you before I left town on Friday,
