Chapter 7
Dr Courtlandt—he insisted we call him ‘Sky’—turned out to be a likeable chap. He was obviously head over heels in love with Barbara, and he was fond of my son as well.
“Papa! Guess what! I get to be a junior groomsman! And Granddad says I can walk Mum down the aisle with him!” Jamie was a handsome lad who I had no doubt would grow into a handsome man. He had his mother’s violet eyes, and fortunately, Pamela’s lustrous mahogany locks rather than my red hair. It would have been too cruel otherwise.
I smiled at my son. “That’s grand.”
“Uncle Jeremy, want to see my tuxedo? Granddad ordered it especially for me!”
“Of course, dear boy.” He ruffled Jamie’s hair. “Lead on.”
“C’mon, Papa!”
“Your father will be along in a second, Jamie. I want to talk to him.”
“Okay, Mum. Don’t be
