Charlene asked as Jane hurried into the kitchen. “What?” She stared at her friend, then tried to smile. “Oh, I’m fine.” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Now don’t go getting any ideas. The Carolina Barringtons have always been too well-bred to allow ghosts in the house.” Jane moved through the kitchen and picked up the plates for dinner. “I’m a little tired. That’s all.” “Mmm.” Those shrewd blue eyes saw more than they were supposed to. Still Jane knew that she was safe. Despite the truckers that visited from time to time and her rather flamboyant wardrobe and ways, Charlene was too much of a lady to pry. “I thought you were going to ask Billie to set the table.” “She’s…ah…Adam, that is, they’re watching the ball game. I didn’t want to disturb them.” “Well then, you’ll need to get out the good silver. It’s in the middle drawer of the hutch.” Jane nodded, then escaped from the kitchen to the quiet of the formal dining room. Lace-covered windows let in the soft, afternoon light.
