"Wherrrrre did you get that?"
It was a bright, sunny day; the temperature in the low 80s. Uncle Moe had showed up just as Simon and Elisabeth were finishing breakfast.
Moses tilted his huge head as a grin spread across his face. "I bought an estate in East Anglia. The guy that I made the deal with was a funny fellow, kind of scruffy, if you know what I mean. Knew an awful lot about antiques, I'll tell ya. The car was in the shed. Thought you might like it."
The Morgan sat parked at the curb in front of the townhouse. A '66 Plus 4 with Triumph engine; Zenith carbs; 4 speed trans; chrome wire wheels; leather bonnet strap; ash wood frame and Brooklands steering wheel. And of course, finished in that wonderful British green.
"Uncle Moe, like it? I love it. How much do you want for it?"
A family owned car company that has persevered since the 1920s manufacturing automobiles the way in which the Morgan family conceives that they should be and in the process, ignoring those that disagree.
"Tis a gift laddie. Drive it in the best of health."
Connor came toddling out the front door. Simon grabbed him around the waist and put him in the passenger seat. They went for a joy ride through the neighborhood.
Moe went into the kitchen to wait. Elisabeth put on some coffee. "Uncle Moe, I don't know what to do. I have to talk to somebody though. Perhaps you can help."
"I'll try my best lassie."
"There's something different about Simon. He's been preoccupied. I thought that I should wait until it passed. But it hasn't, what do you think?"
"Probably only business. I wouldn't be puttin' much stock into it."
"No. No, I don't think that it's business. Please don't say anything, but I think that there's another woman."
"I'd not be an expert, dear, but if you're right, well, sometimes men must be allowed their little indiscretions."
"Maybe you're right. I don't know, he's a good husband and God knows that he's a good father. He dotes on that boy. I'm not sure what to do."
"For the time being, maybe wait and see is the best policy."
"Please don't say anything, I feel so foolish."
Simon walked into the kitchen, Connor was squealing with joy. The men took their coffee into the sitting room.
"This Karl Engelond is trouble, I can smell it." Simon lit a fresh cigar; sipped his coffee.
"Aye, lad, he's a bad one. You'll be needing a contingency."
"He's got men watching the situation in the States."
"That's good, lad. Ye can use it to your advantage."
"The thought has crossed my mind. Even so, if this isn't handled properly it will end badly. Very badly."
"Well, son, there's your answer. There's only one thing that you can do."
"I know, Uncle. There is one thing that I absolutely have to do."