Didn't I say all along, he never did drown in that lake? I just knew that rascal would show up here sooner or later," said Granny, thumping the floor with her cane for emphasis. "I reckon, Granny, if you say so," said Sarah, her eyes growing wide. "If I had my druthers, he'd stay away, but I'm still married to the no-good sorry excuse for a man. Don't look at me like that. I saw him I tell you. He was right here in this kitchen smoking one of his stinking cigars and raiding that there icebox!" she insisted. "Preston and his wife Sarah exchanged bemused looks. Turning back to Granny, Preston suppressed a grin. "We've brought some nice sliced country ham and biscuits for your supper. There's a little potato salad too. Is there anything you're needing from the market this week?" Sarah spoke to her eighty-nine year old grandmother with an indulgent soothing tone of voice. "I reckon not," said Granny gazing around the room and settling on the refrigerator. "Though now I think on it, if Henry is going to be around, you might could pick up a jar of them sweet pickles he always was partial to and maybe a couple cans of baked beans.
