“Mrs. Buchanan, this is my father, Allen Emerson,” Garrett said after Johnette walked away.
Mrs. Buchanan did a double take. The fake smile melted away into a beam of genuine interest as she held out her hand. “Very nice to meet you, Mr. Emerson.”
Allen took her hand and lifted it to his lips. “The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Buchanan.”
She blushed as she patted the broach at her neck.
“Please, call me Elsie. Everyone does.” Elsie’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, forgive me. The men are in the den watching some ball game on TV.”
Garrett went down the hall, and behind the stairs. Allen followed. Just as Elsie said, an NBA game played on the console television. The room was filled with many of the same men Garrett had seen at other family functions. Including Eron.
Eron continued to glare to the TV screen until Garrett stood before him. His face lit up and he pushed himself off the sofa.
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Garrett gave him a big, toothy grin.