Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet No. 22
“McHughIn the beginning, there were only the three of them and I had met them quite by accident. The man sitting in the prow of the skiff was a short, brown-haired Englishman. He was smiling in a self-deprecating way. He was hunched forward and he looked a little gray. I thought he was scared but trying not to make a big deal out of it. I gathered he had been sick, although he didn't say so directly. He looked a little like a refugee, I thought. It was some sort of thing about his heart, maybe? ...Not a heart attack, but perhaps angina. I was worried for him and so was the red-haired woman he was with."You need to eat,” the red-haired woman said. “Have another one of the granola bars.” She was direct and not sentimental. She didn't fuss. They didn't talk much."How long have you lived in the States?” I asked the Englishman."Eighteen years,” he said. “My family says I sound like an American."He didn't. He had a neat little Van Dyke beard. He worked in California, doing something in the television industry.MoreLess
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