Violet Don felt uncomfortable throughout the meal, but the two men opposite her ate with such seriousness, as if they hadn't noticed anything wrong at all. Wayne Don, oblivious, kept calling out now "Uncle Sutton," now "Little Uncle."
Grayson Sutton, having finished his meal, looked up and down at Hazel Forest. "Is he sleeping here tonight?"
Hazel Forest put up one of his rare cold smiles. "Sorry, I live here."
Violet added, "Roommates."
Grayson Sutton was up to the challenge. "Then I'll stay too. I don't mind sleeping on the living room floor."
Violet ignored him. "Just leave after you finish eating; don't come back next time."
Grayson Sutton clutched his chest. "Are you still holding a grudge against me for bullying you in the rain that time? I also took care of your son for half a month, remember? Can't we call it even?"
Violet was blunt. "No, get lost."