Chapter 169 - QUINCY IX

Because he was so handsome and energetic, winning people over with his poetic way of describing places he had been to and things he had seen, no one during those days believed for one moment that my father had been exploited by a younger, beautiful woman. He always looked fresh and debonair. Most of the women at the dinner and the wedding wanted to talk to him, touch him, kiss his cheek, and get a little of his attention. Guest after guest told me how wonderful he was.