DURING LUNCH VII

Nathan? Who could that be? Lucille wondered, as she took in the faces of everyone on the table.

Everyone, apart from the ancients and Sheila, looked more confused than surprised, and that included Freya.

Freya’s confusion shocked Lucille. She would have thought that Freya would know whoever Nathan was.

“Who is Nathan?” Freya asked, echoing Lucille’s thoughts.

Sheila gulped down nothing, her mind taking a most necessary trip down the memory lane. Nathan was the man she had met at the treaty party, the man that had seemed so fixated on her, the man that had her drugged with emotions, that had her heart stirring more than Peter would have ever done.

Nathan was the man that she had slept with. The father of her triplets. How had his necklace gotten here? Did Emma meet him perhaps?

She stood up, without knowing, fanning herself.

“Mom, who is Nathan?” Lucille re-asked, already feeling that the answer to this particular question might turn over the research they have gotten so far.

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