Chapter 4
The sun was high in the Saturday sky before Dale thought about his uncle’s soiree again. The sound of voices echoing up through the great entrance hall drew his attention away from his thesis and deposited it directly upon the party preparations downstairs. But he had set himself a strict target, twenty-five pages, and he would reach it before this evening if it was the last thing he did. When the voices became just loud enough to irritate, Dale got up and shut the door. He had just sat down when it was opened again.
“Master Dale, Mister Walton would like to know if the noise is disturbing you and I would like to know if you are having lunch.”
Dale’s brow threatened a frown but relented.
“I thought you had this weekend off. Uncle Tomas told me you were busy.”
Joseph began to
