Chapter 35
Lunch was finally served as a buffet. I ended up sitting at one end of the large dining room table with David, Aunt Monica and Uncle Stephen - who hadn’t lunched with the Davenports - and David’s grandmother. Lydia was seated a little further along. She had greeted me as politely as possible, but in a way that told me she was doing it under duress.
"Eloise was telling us earlier how you met through her uncle, the composer," David’s grandmother said. Monica and Stephen looked interested.
"Indeed," was David’s reply.
"Who is your uncle?" Monica asked.
I told her, and they both looked even more interested. "We saw Remember September a few years ago," Monica told me. "It was wonderful. We very much enjoyed it." She turned to Lydia. "Have you seen any of Eloise’s uncle’s musical
