An old man, Black and grey paper hair, wrinkles along with lines of tension on his forehead and he was dressed like he still went to work every day.
Richard Griffin certainly had a hard, formidable look to him. Something that resembled the log that her father had almost every day on his face when he walked out of the house. The only difference was, Richard Griffin had it inside as well.
Just like his wife Helena, Richard first recorded his granddaughter Lucy. He nodded, "I hope your journey here has been pleasant."
"It has, thank you." Lucy politely nodded but did not make an attempt to get up.
"Ms Adams."
"Mr Griffin. Thank you for having me."
The butler arrived before Mr Griffin could sit and he addressed Mrs Griffin. "The dinner is ready to be served, Mrs Griffin."
Helena stood up, "Follow me girls. I hope the food is to your liking."