French Quarter
“But people often saw what they wanted to see.As on her two previous visits, he settled her in his study, but the phone in the hall had rung before anything could be said, and he was talking to someone. She felt more gratified than she should that he’d made no attempt to find privacy for his conversation, but she soon realized he was talking to Tilly about Amelia. Why would he want privacy for that?“Put her on,” he told Tilly after a series of exchanges, then he said, “Hi, squirt. You havin’ a g...ood time with your grandmother?”Celina eased out of the chair and went to study photos on Jack’s desk. They were all of Amelia—at various ages—apart from one of a very young woman who was so like Amelia that she was obviously the child’s mother.“I have told you not to go up there, young lady,” Jack said. “No. And I am not amused that you’re makin’ a scene like this in front of your grandmother. She looks forward to seeing you, and it isn’t kind to make up stories to try to get home the minute you get there.”He’d raised a little girl who, understandably, adored her daddy and didn’t want to be with anyone else.MoreLess
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