"What is your name, beautiful lady?" Roger Roman asked holding onto Emily's hand and staring at her.

　　Emily stared at the old man who was now holding her hand in his, he looked so much like the older version of Charleston, she was guessing he was his father.

　　"Emily, Emily Marshall," Emily replied.

　　"You don't seem to remember me anymore, you see you were so young when I used to play golf with your father," Roger Roman smiled happily, he was pleased to ...