Chapter 41980
During summer vacations, Portia would allow her son to stay with each of us uncles for a week or so. Tony would take him to points of interest in DC, including NSA headquarters. Jeff would take him on jaunts around the world—Quinn had had his passport since he was five years old and his parents had taken him to West Africa to meet Portia’s godmother, Viscountess Creighton, and her husband. And when it was my turn, I would take him to Langley, showing him where his father had worked.
I loved my nephew Quinton. He was courteous, affectionate, smart and brave—everything my stepchildren would never be.
Johanna’s children, on the other hand—it shouldn’t have been their fault that they were whiny and obnoxious. I’d tried to make myself at least like them, but I couldn’t, and so
