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• 1.3-10
• 10. A frenzy of texting and FaceTiming. Though we were thousands of miles apart, we were neveractually apart. Id wake up to a text. Instantly reply. T...
• 2.3-11
• 11. In the morning we needed sustenance. We phoned room service. When they knocked at the door, Ilooked around frantically for a place to hide. The ro...
• 3.3-12
• 12. I was excited to welcome Meg to my home, but also embarrassed: Nott Cott was no palace. NottCott was palace adjacentthat was the best you could sa...
• 4.3-13
• 13. Just before Meg returned to Canada we went to Frogmore gardens for a walk. It was on the way to the airport. A favorite spot of mine, I said. It s...
• 5.1-58
• 58. It was now official. I was no longer Prince Harry. I was Second Lieutenant Wales of the Blues andRoyals, second oldest regiment of the British Arm...
• 6.Prologue
• We agreed to meet a few hours after the funeral. In the Frogmore gardens, by the old Gothic ruin. I got there first. I looked around, saw no one. I ch...
• 7.1-1
• part 1out of the night that covers me 1. There were always stories. People would whisper now and then about folks who hadnt fared well at Balmoral. Th...
• 8.1-2
• 2. A shock to the system, going from sun- drenched St. Tropez to cloud- shadowed Balmoral. Ivaguely remember that shock, though I cant remember much e...
• 9.1-3
• 3. Next to my bedroom was a sort of round sitting room. Round table, wall mirror, writing desk,fireplace with cushioned hearth surround. In the far co...
• 10.1-4
• 4. It was Sunday. So, as always, we went to church. Crathie Kirk. Walls of granite, large roof of Scottish pine, stained-glass windows donateddecades ...