*Freya*
I am still trying to find my aunt when River catches up with me. “I don’t suppose you know where Mother is,” he says, picking up two glasses of lemonade from a nearby table.
“Not a clue,” I respond accepting one of the glasses from him. “But thank you for the lemonade. I’m parched.”
“I imagine if we stand here long enough, she will find us. I think she still has about two hundred people she wants you to meet.” He says. “She has the nose of a bloodhound.”
I laugh. “No doubt.”
“I must apologize about the scene back there, Freya. I didn’t think they would act that absurdly.” He says.
“Didn’t think who would act that absurdly?” Angel suddenly appears at River’s right, a tall handsome man at her heels.
River makes a face, “I’m afraid I introduced Freya to George Linfield and Ni
