“I was delighted to chat with you, Elgin. Tell my granddaughter about your fascinating studies in art. I'm sure she'll be very interested!” I heard May say as she walked away with my father.
Elgin waved at me. I stepped forward timidly and stood in front of him.
“Are we going to walk a bit?” he proposed
I nodded and squeaked a ridiculous "okay". We walked around the garden and stopped in front of the manor, where all the cars were parked.
“What was May talking about?” I asked, intrigued.
“Oh. I’m a student at the University of St Andrews studying Art History.”
“Whoa ... That's funny, I didn't see you doing that.”
“Oh, yes? And what did you see me doing?” he amused himself.
“I don't know... maybe a sailor or, no, rather a coast guard. At least, somet
