"Please take a seat, Mr. Floyd."
The old general pointed indulgingly to the largest sofa.
"Sure."
I plopped myself down without further prompting.
My snap judgment had been entirely correct: this sofa was incredibly comfortable.
The general sat down in the armchair across from me, then removed his spectacles and placed them down on the coffee table along with the paper.
He flashed me a gracious smile. "My name is Magnus Alden, Mr. Floyd. I am the grandfather of the little girl you saved yesterday. I haven't unduly disturbed your personal life by inviting you here, I hope?"
"Unduly" disturbed my personal life… What a great choice of words.
It had certainly affected my fiancée's family, but I was unsure if I wanted to argue what "unduly" exactly meant.
Best not to step on a potenti
