Laura sighed. Theywere flying down to Aiken in the Macmillan's DC-3. We were frozen in foxholes, chopping awaywith our frost-bitten hands to dig ice-slivered beans out of a can. People aren't in a rush all the time.
A few nights later Katie was packing to leave for herjunior year at the University of Georgia. Laura! Iris shrieked. Laura utilizedthe mountain house as a weekend retreat, where she could combinebusiness and pleasure. Iris, do you think there's anything to all those storiesfloating around London about His Majesty and that woman from America?Wallis Simpson? He looked over his shoulder for an instant.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.