““Oh, Timmy—I’ve been so worried”—as usual. She was worried last night, she was worried this morning—she did a lot of worrying in those days. “I didn’t know where—” Then she saw Sam behind me. For a minute I thought the impossible: that she recognized him. Her forehead and eyes pinched into a question. But then they smoothed out clear again. Sam, of course, was just standing there with that basset expression of pure dumb hopeless love. Things had to be joggled on. I rushed into the silence that ...was holding us all apart. “Aunt Lucy, this is Mr. Bassinger. He’s an old friend of Lorenzo’s and mine; we met him this morning driving around, and since he’s an old friend of Lorenzo’s and mine, I thought I’d—I thought I’d—” About here I ran out of steam. But Aunt Lucy came to my rescue. “You thought you’d bring him up to say hello.” She smiled. “That’s right!” I said. “I’m so glad you did. How do you do, Mr. Bassinger?” She held out her hand.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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