I gulped in horror as Mother was looking between the pair of us with that judging look in her eyes that made you want to run away from her, afraid of what she must tell you next.
“Hello,” she said with her cold gazed turned upon Adam, giving him the fake sweet smile the way she always did around the people she didn’t like. “And who are you?”
“I-I’m Adam,” he stammered slightly. I could tell from his tone that he had grown nervous under my mother’s firm gaze. “It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
But Mother didn’t say it back. “Hmm… Adam who?”
“Adam Smith, ma’am.”
“Smith? Do you happen to be related to Robert Smith? The owner of the bank at the sixth avenue?” Mother questioned, and I knew what was coming. She was trying to figure out who Adam was, to see whether he wa
