Chapter 12
Donna’s stomach was full and her belly was slightly sore from laughing. Martina Oberlin was a one-woman comedian with her witty comments and overly dramatic reactions all while providing intelligent insight to Blackwell and Woodbridge Hall. She’d never had so much fun over lunch.
Blackwell led her toward the garden as his mother went in the other direction after they said goodbye. Once she was gone from sight, Donna told him, “Your mother is delightful. How did you, the man who rarely laughs, come from such an amusing woman?”
He shook his head. “I had a father who straightened me out. Would you like to walk the grounds and get some exercise after lunch?”
They’d eaten a gourmet meal of mushrooms, chicken and creamy pasta. “Sounds lovely.” She looped her arm in the crook of h
