Throughout what was an excellent dinner, probably the best we’d had so far, I chatted most of the time with Mamie and Dorothy while Graham fielded questions from Bert and Linda.
“Will, dear, Graham seems to be his old self. Are things really all right with him? And you?” That was Dorothy asking. Mamie sat there looking sympathetic—and expectant.
“Yes, ma’am, he was pretty upset by something he’d heard from home about his girlfriend, I think, but he seems okay now.”
“His girlfriend?” Mamie piped up, looking surprised.
“I’m afraid so.”
After that we talked about the next day’s agenda and the beautiful Florida weather and other unimportant things while Graham answered questions about Yorkshire. Then we all had to listen to Linda’s account of their trip to England, Scotland, Wales, and Ir
