Jolene said. “I received a letter from her yesterday.” “Pass me the ham, Zeb,” Maximillian said and looked at her. “That’s great news! When does she get here? Will she be staying past the election?” “This one from the Dakotas?” Zeb asked. “No,” Jolene said and shook her head. “She’s unmarried and still at Willow Tree. I’m shocked that’s she’s coming here.” “Why” he asked. “Jennifer has never been one to be very adventurous. The idea of traveling this far must petrify her. Of course she’ll have her maid with her, but I doubt that she’s been more than ten miles from Willow Tree her entire life.” “I may not have much time with her since I’ll be going to Houston sometime that month. Can she stay for the holidays?” Maximillian asked. “Wait till Melinda hears this. We won’t be able to live with her.” “We’re nearly finished with the remodeling in the blue bedroom suite,” Zeb said. “Just the carpets to be laid and whatever paintings or decorations you’d like, Jolene.”
