Chapter 35
“Gran,” Charles said, “meet George Martin and Mike Foster, and this young man is Robbie.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Barnett,” I said. “Your home is magnificent.”
I shook hands with her, and Mike did the same.
“Thank you,” she said. “It’s been my home since I came here as a bride a very long time ago.”
“George and Mike,” Charles said, “this is Lydia Brannon. I believe she’s been exchanging e-mails with you.”
“That she has,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”
We finished the formalities, and Charles said, “Robbie, this nice lady is going to come to the house tomorrow morning and stay with you while George and Mike go run in a race with Philip and me, but she wanted to come meet you this afternoon.”
“That I did,” Lydia said. “Would you like to take a walk with me through the garden?”
“Okay,” Robbie said. “Can Lance come with us?”