Chapter 57

As they drove away from the restaurant, Mrs. Wilson said, “Thank you for taking us to dinner, Quentin. It gave me an opportunity to forget about things for a while.”

“You’re welcome,” Quentin said.

When they walked into the house, Nate carried the dessert boxes into the kitchen. “I’ll put these in the fridge for now,” he said.

“That’s fine,” Mrs. Wilson said. “They’ll make a nice late night snack, or we can eat them tomorrow.”

“Does anyone care for a nightcap?” Quentin said.

“Is there any more of that Port left?” Mr. Wilson said.

“There’s a bottle and a half in the wine cooler,” Quentin said.

Later, as they were sipping their Port, Nate said, “What’s on your agenda for tomorrow, Grandma?”

“First thing in the morning, I’ll call Mr. Bates at the funeral home in Chattanooga, and get him started. After that, I don’t see why your grandfather and I can’t go home.”

“I’ll miss you when you do,” Nate said.