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British accent. He turned to Grace. “I will escort you to your chambers.”
    Grace jumped off the bed and closed the door in his face.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Edwin walked into the dinning room by himself and swallowed hard. It was the size of all of the cabins back at Brooke Excursions put together. There was a roaring fire in a stone fireplace, the size of a truck, at the head of the table. A huge deer’s head hung over the mantel.
    The long, thick, wooden table had over twenty chairs. There were only four settings set up at the end. There were so many utensils next to the plates. He tried to remember what Connor had said about using them from the outside in. Or was it the inside out? “ Just don’t eat with your hands and you’ll be fine,” Connor said, when Edwin failed to remember for the fifth time .
    Grace walked in wearing a bright yellow dress to match her hair. Edwin’s breath caught in his throat when he saw her. She glided across the room as if she had little wings on her ankles. “You look spectacular,” he said. He could stare at her all day.
    She was about to respond when a large man wearing a gray suit walked into the dinning room. He was a good looking, older man with black hair, peppered with white, and an easy smile. “Nice to meet you young man,” he said, walking over with his hand extended. That must be her Dad.
    Grace watched them nervously.
    Edwin glanced at his open hand. He knew what to do here. He stepped forward and shook his hand firmly. A whimper escaped from her Dad’s throat. Maybe he squeezed too hard.
    “Please call me Richard. Senator Richard.”
    Edwin tried to remember what Connor had told him to say. I am the one porking your wife. No. That was Sidney.
    He let go of his hand. “I’m a big fan,” he said, finally remembering.
    “Really?” he asked, his face lighting up in a smile. “Which one of my policies are you a fan of?”
    He looked at Edwin with his eyebrows raised. Edwin just stared back. Connor and Sidney hadn’t told him the next part.
    “My foreign policy with Iran? My immigration reform?”
    Edwin’s heart thumped. “That one,” he said. “Migration reporn.”
    Grace’s stepmom, Daisy, walked in with an almost empty glass of wine. She was wearing a low cut, red dress, with her ample cleavage in full view.
    “There you guys are,” she said, taking a sip of wine and finishing the glass. She was staring right at Edwin. “I was waiting for you by the pool.”
    Grace grabbed his arm. “He was with me.”
    Senator Richard stuck his head in the doorway leading into the kitchen. “Can we get some wine out here?” he called out.
    Daisy walked behind them, brushing her breasts on Edwin, as she passed. “That’s too bad,” she whispered. “I was tanning topless.”
    “Ugh,” Grace said with a look of disgust.
    A waiter hurried in, carrying a silver tray. There was an old bottle of wine with a faded label next to four glasses.
    Senator Richard opened the bottle himself and poured a bit into a glass. “I’ll let our distinguished guest do the honors. This is a nineteen sixty five Barolo, Otin Fiorin, from Piedmont, Italy. The pope himself had the last remaining case in the world. I was lucky enough to get a bottle from the Italian Prime Minister on my last trip to Rome.”
    He handed Edwin the wine glass with just a little bit of wine in it. Is that all I’m getting?
    Edwin drank the wine down and placed the empty glass back on the table. Everybody was looking at him. Was he supposed to do something?
    “So?”
    “Do you have any beer?” Edwin loved beer.
    Her Dad frowned and poured himself a glass of wine. He shoved the cork back in the bottle and placed it on the tray. “Bring a bottle of Chateau Margaux. The nineteen ninety three. And a…beer for this…young man.”
    Edwin sat down with a smile. He was getting a beer. Grace looked beautiful. This was going great.
    “So what school did you go to?” the Senator asked as he sat down at the