C50 Dinner at Eight

JAMES

My father was back at work. Of course, against his doctor’s orders. I didn’t want him back at work either, but James Barrington the Second never listened to anyone. He called me into his office.

“James, I have something to tell you,” he said as I sat opposite him.

“Please tell me you called off the engagement.” One could only wish.

He shook his head. “No, we will be married in December