“We would appreciate a more subdued vacation, believe me,” David said.
Concordia shot him a quick look, unclenching her hands when she noticed Charlotte glancing her way.
“Aunt Susan,” Charlotte said, “you are forgetting about the East Hampton fair.” She nodded toward the Bradleys. “It is quite the local event.”
Lady Dunwick grimaced. “That was why I was late for tea. One of the village ladies cornered me on the path.” She sighed. “You are now looking at the new chairwoman of the rummage sale.”
Charlotte laughed. “And you thought you had escaped it this year! Wasn’t Mrs. Anderson to be in charge?”
“Her daughter’s baby was born ahead of schedule. She has already left for Richmond to be with them.” Noting David’s perplexed expression, she explained, “Every year, the Ladies’ Village Impr
