Gertrude, It May Be Too Late

Gertrude, it may be too late. Reminds me of the day when I lost Annabelle. Not a time for stories, James. This reminds him of the airplane issue. Yeah, well, I guess his wife died, didn't she? But not in a massive explosion with horses and stuff. No, but death is death, Alice. It's what Annabelle would have won. To be the cushion for your husband's landing. And the food. She should have survived if he wasn't 20,000 stone. Exactly. He's just picked out the air, isn't he? He's not given that answer. Dad was Sir James. You