“You’re a Sommerville? You must be staying at the Sommerville estate” the bartender said, handing Amanda the credit card back as she eyed the bartender, cautiously.
“Shh” she said, waving her hand and leaning in to him. “We want to keep it a secret, you know what can happen when we visit.”
He was the third person to tell them they must be staying at the Sommerville estate. Adam questioned the first person to tell them. A little old lady in an antique shop, four days after they got there. Amanda saw and fell in love with an old-style bassinette displayed in the window. She said, ‘I know how you don’t like to bring attention to yourselves when you are in town. I just saw the name.’
Amanda paid for Adam’s lite beer and her fruity mocktail before taking them back to their booth. “Did you f
