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"Does your dad live in ateepee ? Does he have horses and bows and arrows and all those neat things?"
"Sorry. My dad lives in an apartment inNew York City. He's a lawyer. They live there because my mom teaches at a music school."
"Oh," Keith said, and his disappointment was evident.
"But," Lee continued, "my grandfather lives in ateepee during the summer. And he wears buckskins and hunts deer and lives by all the old ways."
"I wish I could meet him!" Keith sighed enviously.
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"Well, he lives in the Dakota Black Hills, and that's pretty far away. But I have a nice collection of old bows and arrows and Indian art, if your aunt would like to bring you by to see them some time."
"Oh, Aunt Bryn, could we?" Brian begged instantly.
"I...uh..."
"Oh, I forgot. I have tom-toms, too."
By now she was halfway through her second glass of wine, but it hadn't eased the desire to be swallowed into the floor one bit. She was certain that she was as red as the lobster being served at the next table, and she was completely lost for a reply. But it didn't matter, not anymore. Because Adam, who had an innate resentment against any man who claimed his aunt's attention, and who had been ignored throughout the preceding conversation, chose that minute to strike.
A large spoonful of pork fried rice went flying across the table.
"Oh, Adam!"Bryn gasped in horror. She didn't think to reprimand him further; she was too busy staring across the table as Lee picked the pieces of food off himself and wondering if she might still possibly have a job.
"Lee, I'm sorry.Truly sorry.Really." She stood up nervously and began to help dust the rice off the sleeve of his navy shirt. It was linen, she thought, feeling ill.Expensive, and hard to clean.
And then she couldn't help but remember the last time food had flown across a table; it had been the last straw. This was different, but...
Tears suddenly stung her eyes. She was inadequate. She couldn't handle disciplining the boys, and she couldn't give them all that they needed. She was suddenly on the defensive as she kept dusting his already dusted arm.
"He's not a bad child, he really isn't. He's just four years old, and he's lost so much__"
"Bryn."
His voice was quiet and soft, but commanding. His hand, bronze and broad and powerful, enveloped hers, stopping its futile motion. His eyes rose to hers, and she saw a gentle empathy in the soft flicker of gold and deeper brown. "It's all right. It's no big thing. Would you please sit back down?"
She did so, biting her lower lip miserably as she continued to stare at him. He smiled at her, inclining his head slightly as if to tell her to go ahead--but to what she wasn't sure--and turned his attention to Adam.
"Adam, I'm sorry that we weren't including you in the conversation. That was very rude of us. But throwing your food across the table is a very bad thing to do. Do it again, and your aunt or I will take you outside and give you a good talking to there. Understand?"
Adam shifted closer to Bryn and pressed as far into the vinyl seat as he could. He didn't reply, but he didn't throw anything again, either.
Bryn wondered briefly if she should have resented Lee taking over the initiative on discipline. But she didn't feel any resentment; all she felt was a pounding headache coming on. "Guys," she murmured, and her voice held a husky tremor, ' 'please finish your dinners; we have to get home.''
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Get it together, Bryn Keller, she warned herself. It had been nice to see the empathy in Lee Condor's extraordinary eyes, but she didn't want empathy to become pity. She could control her situation; only rarely did she fall prey to frustration.
' 'Wantsome coffee?'' Lee asked her after Brian and Keith had looked from her to Lee to her again,then begun busily eating. Adam didn't budge, but his plate was
"Sorry. My dad lives in an apartment inNew York City. He's a lawyer. They live there because my mom teaches at a music school."
"Oh," Keith said, and his disappointment was evident.
"But," Lee continued, "my grandfather lives in ateepee during the summer. And he wears buckskins and hunts deer and lives by all the old ways."
"I wish I could meet him!" Keith sighed enviously.
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"Well, he lives in the Dakota Black Hills, and that's pretty far away. But I have a nice collection of old bows and arrows and Indian art, if your aunt would like to bring you by to see them some time."
"Oh, Aunt Bryn, could we?" Brian begged instantly.
"I...uh..."
"Oh, I forgot. I have tom-toms, too."
By now she was halfway through her second glass of wine, but it hadn't eased the desire to be swallowed into the floor one bit. She was certain that she was as red as the lobster being served at the next table, and she was completely lost for a reply. But it didn't matter, not anymore. Because Adam, who had an innate resentment against any man who claimed his aunt's attention, and who had been ignored throughout the preceding conversation, chose that minute to strike.
A large spoonful of pork fried rice went flying across the table.
"Oh, Adam!"Bryn gasped in horror. She didn't think to reprimand him further; she was too busy staring across the table as Lee picked the pieces of food off himself and wondering if she might still possibly have a job.
"Lee, I'm sorry.Truly sorry.Really." She stood up nervously and began to help dust the rice off the sleeve of his navy shirt. It was linen, she thought, feeling ill.Expensive, and hard to clean.
And then she couldn't help but remember the last time food had flown across a table; it had been the last straw. This was different, but...
Tears suddenly stung her eyes. She was inadequate. She couldn't handle disciplining the boys, and she couldn't give them all that they needed. She was suddenly on the defensive as she kept dusting his already dusted arm.
"He's not a bad child, he really isn't. He's just four years old, and he's lost so much__"
"Bryn."
His voice was quiet and soft, but commanding. His hand, bronze and broad and powerful, enveloped hers, stopping its futile motion. His eyes rose to hers, and she saw a gentle empathy in the soft flicker of gold and deeper brown. "It's all right. It's no big thing. Would you please sit back down?"
She did so, biting her lower lip miserably as she continued to stare at him. He smiled at her, inclining his head slightly as if to tell her to go ahead--but to what she wasn't sure--and turned his attention to Adam.
"Adam, I'm sorry that we weren't including you in the conversation. That was very rude of us. But throwing your food across the table is a very bad thing to do. Do it again, and your aunt or I will take you outside and give you a good talking to there. Understand?"
Adam shifted closer to Bryn and pressed as far into the vinyl seat as he could. He didn't reply, but he didn't throw anything again, either.
Bryn wondered briefly if she should have resented Lee taking over the initiative on discipline. But she didn't feel any resentment; all she felt was a pounding headache coming on. "Guys," she murmured, and her voice held a husky tremor, ' 'please finish your dinners; we have to get home.''
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Get it together, Bryn Keller, she warned herself. It had been nice to see the empathy in Lee Condor's extraordinary eyes, but she didn't want empathy to become pity. She could control her situation; only rarely did she fall prey to frustration.
' 'Wantsome coffee?'' Lee asked her after Brian and Keith had looked from her to Lee to her again,then begun busily eating. Adam didn't budge, but his plate was
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