Chapter 61
Thousands of miles away, on a small plantation island in the Caribbean Lesser Antilles, the custodian of a substantial sugar operation retrieved the post from his family’s weekly deliveries.
The load was larger than usual with the holidays approaching, and with his wife determined to keep every English tradition alive that she possibly could.
He was far more concerned about letters from his employer than having the perfect Christmas pudding in such a warm climate with no possibility of cold, much less snow.
He paid the young driver, wondering as always at how the natives were happy with so little.
What would have been a pittance back in London seemed like a princely sum here, even for a hard day’s labor.
The boy turned toward his sizable boat anchored nearby, no doubt borr
