Chapter 18
We lost Mother the following year. We were all at her bedside, even Quinton, whose “travels” had been cut short when we realized how ill she was.
Mother had been fading in and out of consciousness, but at the last, she opened her eyes, gazed at Jefferson, and smiled. “Albert.”
And then she was gone.
“I…I wish I knew why she saddled me with a middle name like that,” he mumbled as he reached for a handkerchief. Ludovic put an arm around his shoulders.
Bryan stood by the window, staring out onto the side lawn. “Johanna will come to the funeral, of course.”
“Billy and Libby?”
He shook his head without bothering to look around. “Billy’s attending college in upstate New York. The only time his mother sees him is when she flies up to Alfred. As for Libby…well, she’s in Mexico ge
