Sarah
“Mr. Black.” I shake his hand.
“Anthony, please. Sit, let’s talk.” He waves to a corner in the room with huge comfortable chairs. The room is huge. Books cover the walls, and there are these areas with two or three seats here and there, almost as if they are inviting you to grab a book, sit down and relax. There are three desks on one side of the room. Dark velvet curtains tied together in front of wooden doors overlooking a huge lawn.
“Sarah, you can call me Sarah. Why am I here Anthony?” I turn my attention back to him, just as Mrs. Black walks into the room.
“Ah, darling, I see you returned safely. I’m sorry Sarah, my wife has a passion for fast cars.” He grins at her.
“Don’t you start with me Ant, or next time I take one of your cars.” She smiles with mischief hidden in it.
