Chapter 15: A Visit with Dot Perkins
Portman Square, London
With Edward presumably still sulking in the rectory guest room, Robert and Leslie arrived in the early afternoon on the doorstep of Dorothy Perkin’s residence.
A woman on the other side of fifty opened the door. She had a round face, clear skin without a blemish in sight, and wore a blue smock over her dress. She had that ever-cheery look of someone who’d lived through the worst life had to offer but would somehow sally forth step-by-step right on to the grave.
She rushed over to Leslie first and threw her rather chubby arms around him in something between a tight hug and a squeeze. “Leslie, I’d know you anywhere.” She loosened her grip on him and looked up into his face. “Tall and slender, too. Bet the girls are nuts about yo
