The man inside the room, whom my grandfather was trying to calm, did indeed look very similar to mother. Unlike my brothers, who were more of a copy of my father and grandfather, I guess my mother and her brother were copies of their mother? Because they certainly didn't look too much like my grandfather.
Grandpa was holding my uncle down and trying to feed him. He seemed to be refusing to eat. They both looked up when we came in.
"Professor!" I said, ignoring his look. "There you are! I've been looking all morning for you. Now, let me help you with this, so we can have our meeting."
"I'm sorry, Sir," apologized the housekeeper. "I tried to stop her, but she didn't listen. Should I call the groomsmen to kick her out?"
"Don't worry, Betty," he said wryly. "It's not like you could have s
