Edison’s uncle was not the man I expected him to be.
We were both invited to sit with him at dinner and everything was set so glamorously. The food was exquisitely set on the twenty-seater table, all foreign to my taste buds. They were types of cuisine that originated in another country, as the ingredients were unfamiliar to me and were not locally grown in this part of the continent. Every dish they served was one of a kind! I couldn’t imagine how wealthy Edmund Carnell was.
I had been silent since Edison and I entered the dining area and I tried my hardest not to look at his uncle’s face. I wasn’t sure if staring was rude to their culture. But Edison, still in his kingly demeanor, walked and sat by my side and waited for his uncle to address him—anticipating if we were both welcome in
