Chapter Nine
The Gentleman with Silver Hair
I’m dropped off in front of The Four Seasons in downtown Chicago. As I enter the hotel restaurant, a maître de points to the bar, directing me to the gentleman with silver hair. A man stands up from the bar stool and greets me.
“Dr. Vinson?”
“Grace, I’m glad you could make it. Come sit down. Would you like a drink?” he says politely, taking my hand.
“A Perrier please.”
Dr. Vinson orders the drink and I settle into a barstool next to him. I breathe in the musky masculine scent of his cologne. The gentleman is quite handsome for his age, slender and fit with a serious face and compassionate eyes. Even though he’s much older than me, I find myself attracted to him. The bartender pours me the drink and I take a sip.
“So, Mr. Jefferson called m
