I’ve made some of my good New Orleans coffee. It always helps me get a grip on myself when things get to be a little too much.” Marigold swirled about the room, her white satin hostess robe floating over rose silk lounge pajamas as she put an eggshell-thin coffee service before Nina. Every platinum strand of hair in place, makeup flawless even at midnight, Marigold, though she had to be distracted with questions for Nina, managed to personify Southern hospitality as she poured the steaming combination of strong coffee and hot milk into a cup. The facade was perfect, but Nina saw a tremor as her mother-in-law put the cup into its fragile saucer. She wondered why people generally found the woman gracious and endearing. Maybe they never felt the little barbs behind Marigold’s honeyed words. “Now tell me, sugar, what’s this about? A late night visitor with news about Danny? It sounds a little too convenient to me.” “It is Danny’s car, Marigold.” Nina took a token swallow of the chicory-flavored coffee and put the cup back on the table.
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