Megan had followed her parents as they started their way into the expansive confines of the mansion and the crowd of people within. Of course they did not make it far before her father was stopping to talk with some client, or acquaintance, and Megan had on her warmest smile as she listened though the introductions and pleasantries, and the conversations that followed.
They had not moved very far from the main entrance when a young Japanese man in a wheelchair, pushed by a large man, approached them. Donald Howell turned to greet him with a smile. “Your most welcome Benjiro, and I am sorry if they gave you a difficult time.â€Â
“Good evening Mr. Fujisama.†Erin Howell replied with her own warm smile, very much like her daughter’s. “It is good to see you again.â€Â
Donald seemed to beam with a bit of pride as Benjiro spoke about Megan. “Yes indeed, this is Megan, our youngest.†He replied.
Megan smiled at Benjiro, and gave a slight bow. “Good evening Mr. Fujisama, I am very glad to meet you.†She said in greeting.