Charles decided he was still dreaming. Not for lack of trying, mind you. XXX Charles was having trouble catching his breath. Charles felt a headache coming on. Which was true enough—the house and the grounds were certainly beautiful, albeit in a strange way. It was Uncle Einar who first touched on the solution:
“To Great, Great, Great Grandmother! and refused wine too, regarding Charles over an empty plate. Or maybe he’d imagined it? Tomorrow is the Summer Solstice, did you know that? Charles himself squeaked. As it stood (or didn’t), all they ended up with was a small mess and a moment of profound confusion for one of them. She sized him up much the same way she’d inspected the rock on her ring after he’d given it to her, and now that he thought about the two things had something in common by way of being marital offerings.
