“It is an honor to meet you, sir.” Dickson acknowledged him with a barely perceptible nod and gestured for him to take a seat. Lorenzo eased into a well-padded, red velvet chair and did a quick scan of the room. Eugenie would have called the gilt mirror, hanging tapestry, and statue of a Roman goddess “Baroque bad taste.” She despised rooms designed to impress guests rather than make them feel at home. Lorenzo tamped down his sorrow. He and Eugenie had become so entwined, thoughts of her filled every waking moment. Everything reminded him of her in one way or the other. He thought leaving New Orleans would ease the pain. It did not. Lorenzo forced himself to concentrate on the matter at hand. “His Excellency, Don Bernardo De Gálvez, Governor of the Louisiana Territory and Colonel in His Catholic Majesty’s Army, sends his greetings.” Lorenzo slipped the colonel’s letter from his inside pocket and passed it toward Dickson. He refused to take it. “I don’t read Spanish.”
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