Chapter 11

Boss Daddy’s study is near the front of the house. The servants in the kitchen glance up at me, then turn back to their preparations for the evening meal. I nod at no one in particular before hurrying through the swinging door into the hallway, then following it down to the study on the left.

The heavy wooden door is ajar. As I approach, I hear Miss Lucille’s voice raised in indignation. She’s the only person alive who can talk to Boss Daddy so angrily without reprimand. “You said this was mydecision, remember? You said I had plentyof time—”

“Damn it, Lucy!” Boss Daddy thundered. I cringed against the wall, unwilling to interrupt such a volatile moment. The hallway was empty, and I alone listened in on the argument. “I’m not getting any younger, and by God, neither are you! A good marriage now will ensure the ranch’s future. And I don’t see youout there looking!”