Errol stood on the doorstep and watched as they drove off. A second Rolls pulled up to the door and parked. He and Cilla would ride to the church in it. He sent a small salute to the driver, who responded in kind, then turned and entered the house. Cilla should be ready soon.
* * * *
Drew was on the winding road that led to the village, where the centuries-old church stood in the centre of town.
Shani reached forward and touched her son’s shoulder. “We’re so sorry Da’ric’s fathers can’t make the trip to Kent.”
He seemed to choke, then cleared his throat. “His dad doesn’t do much traveling, and his pop is reluctant to travel without him.”
“That’s a pity. However, your father and I would love to meet them. I imagine a visit to Brazil will be in our future.”
“Erm…there’s something you should know about Da”s dad.”
“Oh?” She would have sworn the smile he sent her through the rearview mirror was less than enthusiastic.
“I’ll leave it to Da’ to explain.”