Chapter Forty-Six
April 4, 1800
Portland Place
“Thank you, Cheevers,” Caroline said, dismissing him so they were alone.
“This is hideous,” Granger pronounced with disdain. He was so repulsed; he almost spat the words out. Arrayed around the room, taking up virtually every available shelf, table top, or other platform, were commemorative items celebrating Granger’s career.
“I expected that you would think so, but I do not,” Caroline said firml
I agree with you on the dinner, and what I think is most important is how well Daventry, Caroline, and George worked together. That had to be just a little intimidating to Pitt (not that they'd ever know it) to be in the midst of three formidable and unified people.
That's an astute observation...it's not that George doesn't have the skill, he just doesn't live in that world (when he's gone). That would be tough to navigate if you just visited occasionally.
April 3, 1800
Portland Place
“Cavendish will not be able to join us,” Caroline told Granger and Daventry, to explain the presence of only four chairs at the dining room table.
“That is unfortunate,” Granger said sincerely, and led the three of them into his library.
“It is,” Caroline agreed, although there was some discomfort in her voice, probably because she remembered her liaison with Cavendish and how that had so soured her marriage.
August 29, 2003
The Dalby Ranch
Brad
“This is pleasant,” I commented, as we sat outside on the balcony, sipping on gin and tonics.
“Except for that pungent odor,” Stef said, crinkling up his nose.
“That is the aroma of cattle, or perhaps more specifically the odor of cattle dung,” JP said officiously.
“It is not a fragrance I would bottle,” Stef grumbled, refusing to be cajoled out of his unpleasant mood.
August 29, 2003
The Dalby Ranch
Will
I went up to the room they’d assigned me, the one in Dally’s wing, and got myself organized. I unpacked my clothes, making sure my suit wasn’t too wrinkled, and then got out my laptop. I didn’t have too much homework left to do, so I knocked that out in half an hour. Around 2:15, I heard loud, clomping steps outside. I looked up at the open doorway just as Dally walked up, or at least he was the guy who I assumed was Dally.
“Hey
Thanks. The lines from those two just sort of come out of my fingers like I was witnessing them, and sometimes I go back and read them and laugh myself. I loved this last exchange.
It must be incredibly irritating for the Dalbys, who, as you said, are the kings of their own world, to have people stroll in who easily eclipse them economically at least. :-)
I'm actually doing really well. Thanks for asking, and thanks for all of your concern. Hopefully I'll be able to speed up this ride we're on and get some more chapters out there.
They are not. It was a common enough name that even the author through one too many in. :-)
Just an update:
I actually finished the last one and a half chapters of Valiant, so now they're in editing. After that, we're on to another book. I'll keep you posted as that progresses.
Thanks Gary. I think Wade is playing this thing with Mary Ellen shrewdly. He figures that she'll be curious enough to dive into it, and he knows that she'll want to talk/gossip about it, and he's the obvious person for her to talk to.