A letter from the past (3)

18 June, LY Studio, City K

Lexi, sweetheart, I hate to say it but the biggest celebrator of the death of my grandfather was his own great-grandson, because it meant that he could hide what he felt was a shameful part of his past.  At my grandfather's funeral, my own son, hid for the whole service and wake until such time that the descendants of the third prince and the younger sons came to talk to us about how important my grandfather was to them, and in some respects to the country.

 

I could not believe him, because at that time he decided that he had to be visible because he wanted the connections to those families that the descendants represented.  I held my tongue at the wake because it was not the place to reprimand him for his behaviour.  However, than night both my father and I reprimanded a nine-year-old for his behaviour.