"Gretta! Gretta!"​

     "Oh shit," Gretta Von Sturnberg muttered under her breath.  

     One of the handsomest older men Adam had ever seen rushed up to join the two of them. Very athletic. Born with good looks and always knew it. Supremely self confident...until now. "Gretta, what are..."

     "Darling, I was just..." 

​     "Why are you holding his hand?" Adam suddenly found himself at the center of a very uncomfortable situation. Gretta let go of Adam's hand immediately, and Adam backed away from the both of them. "I'm sorry. Under no circumstances did I..."

​     Gretta kept her head down as she muttered, "Adam, this is my husband Carlton. Carlton Allington. You know of the Allingtons?"

​     "Of course."   

​     "Carlton, I'd like..."

     Oh no. Adam wanted no part of this. He walked away from the two of them, both hands in the air as if in surrender. "Enjoy the trip, you two," he said, then off he went. 

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