Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lincoln
Getting away from my parents’ house took longer than expected. Dad wanted to eat dinner before they left for their party and that included me.
“Martin, they serve hors d’oeuvres,” Mom said.
“Which is no substitute for a proper meal, especially with champagne. We’ve hardly seen Lincoln this week, so I’m taking advantage of his presence now.”
Lucky me. Hey, I loved my dad, but there would always be tension as long as I stuck with an unreliable career he didn’t understand.
Lucky meunreliable career“If Mom cooks from scratch now, won’t you be late?”
“Nonsense. No one wants to be early for a New Year’s Eve party. Sit.”
“I’ll heat something quick. It’s fine,” she said, and headed for the kitchen.
As a professor, Dad had bought a house close to William & Mary,
