Chapter Sixteen Martinique, West Indies and Cleethorpes, North-East Lincolnshire, the United Kingdom
Angel wandered with Adhara past the shops and cafés in Fort-de-France into La Savane, a garden containing the statue of one of the small island’s most prominent historical figures. They sat opposite it on a bench, and Adhara stared up at the bronze effigy. Appropriately, an attractive red and black plumaged oriole, the national bird of Martinique, perched on its head.
“It’s Joséphine de Beauharnais,” she murmured, “the first wife of Napoleon Bonaparte. She was born here.”
“She was a beautiful woman, but mine is gorgeous beyond compare,” he said, but he was distracted by what he had to tell her, and she knew it. Their honeymoon could hardly have been surpassed. It was a passionate affair,
