Geoffrey walked slowly to the library, looking for a book to read. He opened the door to see Vidal and his daughter locked in a passionate embrace on the sofa. He retreated in silence and wandered down the hallway, feeling more dejected than ever.
After Elizabeth’s death, he had been wild with grief. Only the sight of his helpless infant daughter had kept him from losing his sanity completely. Rosalind had saved him from despair. She had kept him company for years, had entertained him with her quick wit, and had enchanted him with her whimsical outlook. She was my whole world. When she ran away, I nearly fell apart. Only by pouring himself wholly into his business had he managed to retain a semblance of normalcy. Now we’re reunited, but my child has grown up in the years we’ve been apart
