CHAPTER 14 They sat on the steps of the church, under the porch, watching the rain fall in gentle sheets. Finally, he began to speak. “My mother has two brothers. Sam, whom you met . . . ” “And a courteous gentleman he was, Mr. Langston,” Emily said drily. “Call me Henry,” he said with a wry smile. “And to be fair, you were stealing my uncle’s honey. He takes that personally.” With a tightening of her heart, Emily saw that Henry was even more like his cousin than she had thought. “My mother’s other brother was Jeremiah. Sam is a simple soul. Give him his orchard and hives and he’s content. Jeremiah was restless, never staying in one place, always traveling to find his fortune somewhere else. He would disappear for months or years at a time.” “And did he make his fortune?” Emily asked, although she had seen a list of Jeremiah’s extensive securities and bank accounts.
