It was a sober day in Lancaster. True, the sun was shining brilliantly and a handful of clouds scudded across the rich blue sky, but as Michael bade goodbye to his cousin, he couldn't help but notice the changed mood. There was no honour guard present for the departure, no flags nor band. The...
As he shook the King's hand, Michael could feel the corners of his mouth attempting to form a smile. Manfully, he quashed the temptation and said, mock-sternly, "So, Paul, are you going to introduce us, or am I going to have to stare at her from a distance the rest of your time here?"
Paul...
Michael paused, tapping his chin with the pen and pondering whether he needed to add anything more. He signed the letter, and then remembered to add, "PS: BYO life preserver."
Chuckling, he slid the paper into a plastic tray marked OUT.