Chapter 36
Granddad had a plate of hors d’oeuvres and a glass of white wine, and Mr. Stuart was off in a corner licking his wounds. I’d kept my expression bland, but it had been a pleasure hearing Granddad tear into him with cool precision.
A couple approached, and he gave a tight grin. “Robert, Helena. How nice of you to join us.”
“We wouldn’t dream of missing it,” Mr. Alden said, although the look in his eyes denied that.
“Kipp, Helena is Robert’s wife.” She couldn’t have been more than ten years older than me.
“You’re the—I mean, you cute thing, you!” She fluttered her lashes.
“Mrs. Alden.” They must have gotten married after I’d left for college. Mr. Alden had divorced his oldest son’s mother about twenty-five years ago, and then he’d divorced Eddie’s mother shortly before we’d s
