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Go put on some jeans and a sweater.”
    She sat down in one of the Moroccan chairs at the little kitchen table. “Henry, please don’t get on my case. I don’t own any jeans, because they don’t look right on me.”
    “They will so. Whatever you’re trying to hide in that dress is all in your head. I saw you and Russ last night. He liked what he saw, but he ain’t gonna like that thing you got on.”
    “Too bad. I don’t have anything else to put on. I’ll set the table.”
    She’d hardly begun before she heard Drake’s voice. “Who’s here other than you and me, Henry?”
    “Russ and Velma. Tara’s visiting her boyfriend.”
    “This early? Weren’t they something to see yesterday? Great-looking kids. That was the best-looking wedding party I’ve seen. Did you see Velma in that dress? I could hardly believe my eyes. She ought to wear more dresses of that type.”
    Velma stopped setting the table and leaned against the wall. Hadn’t Russ said the same thing about her dress? Maybe… She shook herself out of it. No more debates and personal recriminations, she was going to take hold of her life and run it; she’d had enough of taking what came. She pasted a smile on her face and returned to the kitchen.
    “All finished, Henry. Hi, Drake. Do you realize my sister did not tell me where she was going?”
    “Hi. You’re assuming she knew. She was told only to prepare for a warm climate,” Drake said.
    “I’ll bet you know how to reach Telford in an emergency.”
    “I don’t, but Russ does. Give him a secret and it’s safer than if you stored it in Fort Knox. Where is he?”
    The quick rise and fall of her right shoulder gave him the answer, but not wanting to seem disinterested, she said, “I don’t know. When I went upstairs last night, he was headed for the den.” Drake’s whistle was barely audible, but she heard it and understood its meaning.
    “I say let’s eat. Old sourpuss has been known to sleep till three o’clock.”
    She turned to face him. “Oh, Drake. Is it nice to call him that awful name? Wouldn’t you think it makes him feel badly?”
    Drake gazed hard at her. “I never thought of it that way—it’s always been a joke. I’m sorry.”
    “’Morning. Is Henry on strike or something? Where’s the food?” Russ walked over to her. “I hope you slept well. Thanks for taking my part, but it gives Drake so much pleasure to call me old sourpuss that I wouldn’t deprive him of it.”
    “How long were you standing there?”
    “I walked in when Drake said, ‘Let’s eat.’” His gaze seemed to penetrate her. “I place a high value on loyalty.”
    “Serve yourselves at the stove, and let’s eat in the breakfast room,” Henry said. “If we break one of Alexis’s rules, she’ll know it even if she’s not here.”
    Velma began piling biscuits, sausage and grits on her plate as she usually did, and stopped. She kept the grits, put half a pat of butter on it instead of the usual three pats and got a bowl of mixed fruits from the kitchen counter.
    “You not eating my biscuits?” Henry asked.
    “I will, if I’m still hungry after I finish this.”
    Russ eyed her with a frown on his face. “You feel okay?”
    She assured him that she did, but she ate as slowly as she could hoping she wouldn’t be hungry when she finished. She concentrated on eating, dreading the moment when she would swallow that last spoonful of grits. “I may be hungry,” she told herself, “but I’ll be happy.”
    “Ain’t nobody talking this morning?” Henry asked.
    “I’m eating,” Drake said. “You knocked yourself out with these biscuits, Henry. I imagine Telford would put away half a dozen of ’em.”
    That was the old man’s joy in life, Velma realized, when he smiled and passed the plate of biscuits to Russ. “You ain’t eating much, either. Alexis found some special flour, and it’s right good, if I do say so myself.”
    When she glanced at Russ, her heart skittered in her