to live up to your standards.â
âYouâre kidding me? You . . . youâre . . .â
âOlder? Yes, I am. But the way you take care of Robert . . . the way you raise Little Frank and the girls . . . well, itâs quite a tough act to follow,â Rebekah continued. âI have to admit, I feel a little intimidated having you in town.â
âNow youâre trying to sweet-talk me just like the boys.â
âYouâll never know how many times Iâve heard, âThatâs nice, but I donât reckon Jamie Sue would do it that way,ââ Rebekah replied.
âI . . . I can hardly believe that,â Jamie Sue murmured.
âYou two think you have it bad?â Abigail added. âLook at me. On the one hand is the stylish Rebekah Jacobson from Chicago . . . on the other, the model mother Jamie Sue Milan. And then there is Dacee June Fortune, the uncontested queen of the Black Hills. Now, how on earth do I compete with that?â
Jamie Sue shrugged. âI guess we all have adjusting to do. I am really sorry for blowing up in front of everyone. Maybe I am just too exhausted.â
âThatâs completely understandable,â Rebekah added. âNow, do you want us to leave so you can kiss and make up?â
Abbyâs smile would have lit up an opera house full of grumpy old men. âThatâs always the best part, isnât it?â
âCarty and I always . . . whoa . . . I mean . . . forget it!â Dacee Juneâs face blushed.
âLilâ Sis always was demure and shy, wasnât she?â Samuel laughed.
âYou all donât need to leave.â Jamie Sue marched straight over to Robert and threw her arms around his neck. âIâm sorry for blurting everything out.â Then she pressed her wide full lips into his.
âQuick!â Samuel hollered. âGet me another bucket of water, Todd, I think little brotherâs about to ignite!â
âJamie Sue . . .â Robert protested. âI forgive you. Maybe we should wait until . . .â
âWait to argue . . . wait to make up,â Abby teased. âIâm glad I married the Fortune who doesnât wait for anything!â
âI think we should all wait until supper,â Todd added. âHow does six oâclock sound?â
âYou make sure Daddy Brazos comes with you,â Samuel insisted.
âOh, no,â Todd replied. âIâll have the twins insist that he come. Thereâs no way on earth he could turn them down for anything.â
âSometimes he does treat them as if they were his own Veronica and Patricia,â Jamie Sue concurred.
âI can guarantee you in Daddy Brazosâs mind, they are his twins,â Todd added.
Louise March Driver Edwards gave them a tour of her former Ingleside home, a block away from where she now lived with her sister, Thelma. She led them through the backyard, naming each plant her husband had so carefully planted.
âIt is my great delight to sell this house to you and Jamie Sue. Itâs like keeping it in the family.â
âThere has never been a time, Mrs. Edwards, when you and your sister werenât part of our lives. You were Mamaâs best friends . . . you were there when Jamie Sue and I met . . . youâve looked after Daddy . . . and mothered and grandmothered all of us. You are family.â
Louiseâs dark brown hair showed no sign of gray. She reached up and pushed the tears back from the corners of her eyes. âRobert, you have your mamaâs spirit, through and through. I never knew a woman in my whole life who could lift me up and make me glad to be alive like Sarah Ruth.â
âWeâll take good care of your place,â Jamie Sue insisted.
âOh, no, itâs not my place now. It is the Fortune home.â
Robert and Jamie Sue walked
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