As always, Abigail booked herself a driver from a top travel company for the entire trip. This one happens to be a jolly fellow, dressed in a suit and holding up a small sign with her name on it. Abigail sighs, relieved at his friendly smile and promptness. She introduces herself to him and reaches out a friendly hand. He gives it a firm shake in return.
“‘Ellow, miss. George here.” He grins and reaches for the pull handle of her luggage. “You’re a right lovely lady. I have a brilliant friend named Abigail.” He nods and adjusts his tie. “Follow me, dear. Glad you got good walking shoes on. I had to park a bloody ways down the pavement. The pelican crossing here is beat all to hell.”
The grin on Abigail"s face stretches to the outer edge of her cheeks. It’s been years since she stepped fo
