“Not at all. I’ll just gather my skates and meet you over there.”
Parting ways, I made my way over to Reginald, who sat in the front seat with a newspaper and a pipe. It was cold outside, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
“Hello, Reginald,” I called out.
Lowering the newspaper, he puffed out a cloud of smoke and took off his hat, his soft graying hair growing thin. “Good evening, Ms. Hamilton.” His brows furrowed. “Are you ready for me to take you home?”
I shook my head. “I just came to get my skates, but you can go back to the house without me. I don’t want you sitting out here in the cold. I’m pretty sure I can find my way back to the house on my own.”
“Sorry, Ms. Hamilton, but—”
“Adeline,” I cut in. “Please, call me Adeline.”
He bowed his head again. “I’m sorry, Miss Adeli
