Midnight Bayou

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Come on inside and sit for a spell.” She stepped back, opened the rickety screen door.
    With the dog plodding along beside him, Declan walked to the porch. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Simone.”
    She studied him, a frank and cagey stare out of dark eyes. “You sure are a pretty one, aren’t you?”
    “Thanks.” He held out the flowers. “You, too.”
    She took the flowers, pursed her lips. “You come courting me, Declan Fitzgerald?”
    “Can you cook?”
    She laughed, a thick foggy sound, and he fell a little in love. “I got some fresh corn bread, so you can see for yourself.”
    She led the way in, down the wire-straight center hall. He caught glimpses of the parlor, of bedrooms—one with an iron crucifix over a simple iron bed—a sewing room, that all managed to be cozily cluttered and pin-neat.
    He smelled furniture polish and lavender, then a few steps from the kitchen, caught the country scent of baking.
    “Ma’am? I’m thirty-one, financially solvent, and I got a clean bill of health my last physical. I don’t smoke, I usually drink in moderation, and I’m reasonably neat. If you marry me, I’ll treat you like a queen.”
    She chuckled and shook her head, then waved to the kitchen table. “Sit yourself down there and stretch those long legs under the table so they don’t trip me up. And since you’re sparking me, you can call me Miss Odette.”
    She uncovered a dish on the counter, got plates out of acupboard. While she cut squares of corn bread, Declan looked out her kitchen door.
    The bayou spread, a dream of dark water and cypress knees with the shadowy reflection of trees shimmering on the surface. He saw a bird with bright red wings spear through the air and vanish.
    “Wow. How do you get anything done when you could just sit here and look all day?”
    “It’s a good spot.” She took a pitcher of dark tea from an old refrigerator that was barely taller than she was. “My family’s been here more’n a hundred-fifty years. My grandpapa, he had him a good still out back that stand of oaks. Revenuers never did find it.”
    She set the glass, the plate in front of him. “Manger. Eat. What your grandpapa do?”
    “He was a lawyer. Actually, both of them were.”
    “Dead now, are they?”
    “Retired.”
    “You, too, huh?” She got out a fat, pale blue bottle as he took the first bite of corn bread.
    “Sort of, from the law anyway. This is wonderful, Miss Odette.”
    “I got a hand with baking. I like daisies,” she added as she put them in the bottle she’d filled with water. “They got a cheerful face. You gonna give Rufus that bone you brought along, or make him beg for it?”
    As Rufus was currently sitting at his feet with one weighty paw on his thigh, Declan decided he’d begged enough. He pulled the bone out of its bag. The dog took it with a surprisingly delicate bite, wagged his tail from side to side twice, like a whip, then plopped down and began to gnaw.
    Odette put the flowers in the center of the table, then sat in the chair next to Declan’s. “What’re you going to do with that big old place, Declan Fitzgerald?”
    “All kinds of things. Put it back the way it used to be, as much as I can.”
    “Then what?”
    “I don’t know. Live there.”
    She broke off a corner of her corn bread. She’d already decided she liked the look of him—the untidy hair, the stone-gray eyes in a lean face. And the sound of him—Yankee, but not prim. And his manners were polished but natural and friendly.
    Now she wanted to see what he was made of.
    “Why?”
    “I don’t know that, either, except I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw it.”
    “And how’s the Hall feel about you?”
    “I don’t think it’s made up its mind. Have you ever been inside?”
    “Hmm.” She nodded. “Been some time ago. Lotta house for one young man. You got you a girl back up there in Boston?”
    “No, ma’am.”
    “Handsome boy like you, past thirty. Not gay, are you?”
    “No,

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