He stopped me. “You wouldn’t happen to be Rose’s daughter, would ye?” His voice was more than hopeful.
“What you want to know that for?” I asked suspiciously.
“I’ve heard rumor she’s dead.” James answered forlornly.
“Rumor is… true.” I answered stoutly.
“Ah, I was afraid it might be true. Would you join me for dinner?” He asked hopefully.
“Do I even know you? You just show up at parties and ask younger women to dinner?” I was flabbergasted.
“Now, Charlotte, there’s no need-”
“How do you know my name?” I began to back away, but the drink table was directly behind me.
“I hate to use brute force, but you must come with me.” He but his hand on my arm, and I tried to pry it off.
“Lemme go!” I yelled, but the blasted tunes of Madonna’s better days drowned out my voice. He dragged me outside.
“I am not a kiddnapper, a pervert… or anything else you may be thinking. I promise.” With one flash of his eyes, I believed him.