“Dinner seems to always have a funny taste when she helps.”

“Oh that’s just the poison, Lindy,” said Danica.

The old woman made a face but, of course, continued to eat the meal like she hadn’t eaten in a week.

“How much longer do you think the brooding will go on for?” asked Ray.

Andrew shrugged. “Maybe a day or so.”

“Give the guy a break,” chastised Duda, “he got a scare.”

“So you’re not hurt or anything?” asked Max,

sounding awkward.

“Other than the gash on your head, I mean.”

Danica shook her head, wondering at his sudden concern. Or apparent concern.

“You should have seen the way she...