James
It’s not easy leading a normal life. A cloud hangs over us all, and Mitch’s palpable unhappiness doesn’t help.
And I feel terrible.
At least Georgie seems to be getting a grip on reality.
I’ve taken to alternating between breakfast in the house, with Michael, Charlotte and Mitch, and breakfast in the hotel dining room, with Georgie.
She’s subdued. “I’m sorry I made trouble for you, Dad. I’ll do my best to make friends with everyone.”
“Thank you, Georgie. That would be an enormous help.”
“I know you asked me to stay in the hotel, but perhaps I could join you for lunch? If Charlotte and I could get to know each other properly, maybe we’d get along better.”
I reach over the table, pat her hand. “A very good idea. Why don’t you join us in the house, later today. Say, about one?”
