Chapter Four
I hadn’t realized that Daddy invited Garrison to spend the weekend until I came down to breakfast the morning after my party.
He was there at the table in the morning room, drinking coffee and talking politics with my father. I stopped at the door, surprised by the very domestic looking scene. He looked as if he belonged there, or at least had been there many times before at such an hour. Perhaps he had.
“Come on in, Eleanor,” my father said.
“Morning, Daddy.” I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Good morning, Garrison.”
I slipped into the seat beside my father, avoiding any closeness to the man who made a woman of me just hours before. I felt a little guilty, even embarrassed, although I certainly didn’t want to communicate that fact to my father.
“I didn’t know you we
