"Grandma," Henry Horne exclaimed in an injured tone, "I'm your grandson. If you can't trust me, who can you trust?"
"Henry, Grandma trusts my brother the most," Adele Horne joined in as well. She sat down on the other side of the old lady, affectionately wrapping her arm around the old lady's, cooing, "Isn't that right, Grandma?"
The old lady merely smiled. She had no secrets; her eyes were simply sharper than anyone else's.
Gian Horne and his brothers rarely gathered during the year, so after dinner, they retreated to Gian Horne's study to share some brotherly bonding.
Mila Anderson and her two sisters-in-law, along with the old lady's daughter, were tremendously bored. Someone suggested playing cards, and so the women began a game to pass the time.
James Horne sat quietly to the side, silently observing everyone, occasionally offering a faint smile.