Chapter Seven
“London is the most wonderful place in the world!” I practically exclaimed out loud when I first laid eyes on that amazing city. I was on the train at the outskirts, moving so briskly toward it, it took my breath away to be traveling so fast. It was not just the way the train rumbled by the villages and towns of England, but the way my mind and heart were moving rapidly. It was hard for me to keep up with my own excitement.
Adrian would be at the train platform waiting for me. I imagined him in his dapper suit, a straw hat, and the smile that would appear brightly on his face. Ah! I knew that smile so well, cocky, affectionate and so very warm. How in our last days at Meg’s I’d seen that same warm smile a dozen times, sometimes laced with lust, as my bawdy lover held me cap
