Chapter 9

“That’s cornbread, partner,” Vincent said. “You’re supposed to slather it with butter or mix it with buttermilk.”

Nikoloz raised an eyebrow. “It is fine without added fat. Is buttermilk what it sounds like it is?”

Vincent chuckled. “It’s what’s left in the churn after you take the butter out. The national drink of the Deep South.”

Dr. Yarborough spoke up. “I have some in the refrigerator if you want to try it. It’s slightly sour, but very good with cornbread, as Mr. Lowe said.”

“I believe I will pass, thank you. My meal is satisfactory as it is.” Nikoloz polished off the last of his potatoes. “Shall we help carry the dishes into the kitchen?”

“That’s Billy’s job.” Dr. Yarborough gave his son a glare that had the latter groaning. “I thought we’d have dessert and coffee on the veranda.”

Nikoloz glanced at his partner, who explained. “The porch. Sounds great, Doc.”

Margaret spoke up, her cheeks pink. “I made dessert. It’s peach cobbler, and we have ice cream.”