Chapter 6
My son was more than a year old the first time I saw him. I had no intention of travelling anywhere without Jeremy, so I took on additional odd jobs, and the next long hols, we sailed across the Pond, through the Panama Canal, and up the Pacific Coast to Los Angeles.
We took a suite in a hotel, and shopped for gifts for Jamie.
“Oh, I say,” Jeremy whispered as we browsed the aisles, which were filled with all manner of items. At home, the shops were still fairly empty, although Jeremy had managed to find a red double-decker London bus.
“Yes.” I ran a finger over a pewter figurine of an Arabian. “Do you think Jamie will like this?”
“If he’s as horse-mad as you? Indubitably. Let’s get him the accompanying stable, shall we?”
“Splendid idea.”
With the gifts purchased, I hired a
