Chapter 18
Chapter 18
The rain had let up to a pale mist as the valet pulled up with the car. A valet, really? I guess the wealthy had their own rules and obviously, one of them was that you weren't allowed to walk to your own car. Valet parking is great for a hospital, but it's a bit too much for a dinner party. On the other hand, maybe it's just me. At any rate, we got home just in time for another downpour. The sky was as black as ink, while the air felt cold and still. I had a strong suspicion that these would be the conditions for my entire ten days of leave. After changing, we gathered in the living room. My father started the gas for the fire-place. He picked up his copy of the Portland Press and casually looked over at me noticing how relaxed I was.
"You seem fairly relaxed," he
