Kent Estate, London. Thirty five years ago.
Martin stood by the balcony and watched the entire estate. It was spring and it was his favourite time of the year. He loved watching the flowers bloom, the grass and trees turn green and his favourite of all was the beautiful smell the rains left on the soil after it had showed. He was glad to be back home from Oxford. Oh, how happy he was to be out of maths class. He hated calculus. What he loved was painting. His father hated it and always asked what the future Duke of Kent was going to do with painting. Well, what was the future Duke of Kent going to do with calculus?
His best friend Henry loved calculus. That was how they had become best friends. In class, Henry had offered to do Martin's maths test when he saw how Mart
