Chapter 11

“Okay then,” he said finally. “You’ve been so kind to me. I guess it’s the least I can do. But don’t blame me if I’m an appalling failure or if one of your guests gets soaked when I spill my tray of drinks.”

Only after the subject had changed and the main course had been served did he wonder why his uncle didn’t hire someone. He certainly had the money. But it was just a fleeting thought and he soon forgot it.

* * * *

The following morning Dale awoke early. Without showering or dressing, he opened his laptop and began writing. His detailed and immaculately referenced notes made the job easier and by mid-morning he was in a world of his own; a small world occupied by words, sentences, and paragraphs. The sounds from within the manor and outside its thick walls did not register at all. Even when Tom poked his head in to say good morning, Dale didn’t look up. In this way he was able to plough through a good deal of work.