Still smiling, I speed-dialed the house in Great Falls.
“Mann residence.”
“Hello, Gregor. I’m so glad I caught you before you left.”
“Quinn! I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon after yesterday. Is everything all right?”
“With me, yes, but not so much with Jefferson. I just heard from Ludovic. Uncle Jeff is under the weather and won’t be able to go to London with Mother. And since Ludo won’t leave him, he’s unavailable as well.”
“Shit. And I can’t go.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll accompany her.”
“Will you? That’s great. Let me put her on, and I’ll call the airline and exchange Jeff’s ticket for one for you.”
“Thanks, Gregor.”
“No problem.” He must have put his hand over the receiver, because while I could hear him call, “Portia!” the rest of his words were muffled.
“Thank you, dear one,” Mother said, apparently to Gregor. “Good morning, sweetheart.” I knew that was to me, and I chuckled to myself.