May I offer you some wine? Silently she shook her head. Not your uncle, Iris shot back in vindictive triumph. She ought to think only about the vow she had madewhen Papa died to take care of her sister. Hewuz a good man.
I'll run over and talk to Donnell in the morning. Like a series of giant ice-cream sundaes. Perhaps our sons will do so. Jewel fussed over Iris, brought them coffee and freshlybaked sweet-potato pie, then hurried out to the kitchen to beginpreparing her elaborate dinner.
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