intensity of it. He climbed into the jeep.
âWill you come?â Nan persisted.
âMaybe.â He turned the jeep and drove away without a backward glance.
âMaybe!â Nan groaned, standing with her hands on her small hips as she watched him roar away in a cloud of dust. âThat,â she said, âis the most exasperating man God ever made! Just when you think youâve got him in the palm of your little hand, he flies away, right through your fingers.â
âYou knew better,â Eileen teased. âRussell belongs to Lisa, and no woman stands a chance against her.â
Tish started to ask about Lisaâthere was something familiar about the name, as if sheâd heard it before at Currie Hallâbut Nan was already talking again.
ââ¦never seen him so restless,â she was saying as they went inside.
âI donât know whatâs wrong,â Eileen sighed. âHeâs been like a caged tiger for the past couple of weeks. Itâs the crops, I guess. This had been a rotten year for farming.â
âTell me about it,â Nan laughed. âYou ought to hear Dad when he gets the market reports. But letâs not talk about crops. I want to hear all about Tishâs trip.â
âI want to hear all about Frank Tyler,â Eileen said, dropping down beside Tish on the Early American sofa in the parlor while Nan went for iced tea. âWhat does he do?â
âHeâs an electronics engineer. His family owns an electronics company, and heâs a vice-president,â she said.
âOh,â Eileen said.
âBut heâs wonderful,â Tish protested, crestfallen at her adopted sisterâs reaction. âGood looking, talented; he doesnât even have to work, he just enjoys doing it.â
âSo does Russell,â Eileen said. âFourteen and sixteen hours a day sometimes.â
âEileen, Iâm not comparing them,â Tish said pointedly. âWe both know Russellâs a breed apart from any other man. But I likeFrank very much. I think youâll like him, too.â
âCan he ride?â Eileen asked.
âI donât know.â
âDoes he hunt or fish?â
Tish cleared her throat. âWhat are you going to wear to Nanâs party, Lena?â she asked, hoping to divert the younger girl.
âA gag, if she doesnât shut up,â Nan laughed, bringing in a tray with three frosty glasses of iced tea on it.
âAmen,â Tish said with a smile. She took a glass and drank thirstily. âJust what have you got against Frank, seeing you donât even know him?â Tish asked Eileen.
The teenagerâs full lips pouted. âHeâs an outsider.â
âOh, for Godâs sake, you sound just like Russell,â Nan said, shaking her head. âEven though he was championing civil rights before it was even popular, he has that one abiding prejudice.â
âMe, too,â Eileen said ungrammatically. âThey donât belong. They come in and buy up land as if theyâre buying up a heritage with it, and they think owning one acre givesthem the right to rebuild their neighbors in their own images.â
âHark, hear the voice of wisdom calling yonder,â Tish said, cupping her hand over her ear. She ducked as Eileen, laughing, drew back her glass as if to throw it. âLena, youâre impossible,â Tish smiled.
âRuss says itâs my middle name,â Eileen agreed. âOh, Tish, make him let me go to the party with Gus. Heâll do it if you ask him.â
âHuh?â
âGus. Gus Hamack. You remember him, he had red hair and two teeth missing and I used to take him apples to school,â Eileen prodded her memory. She smiled. âOf course, he has all his teeth now, and heâs over six feet and just gorgeous! Heâs at Jeremiah Blakeley college studying to be a soil conservationist, and Russ lets him work
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