“I’m, uh, gonna stay back,” Del said.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I saw the way people looked at me when I tried to sing.”
“I bet they were reminded of Miss Kitty.” Baily brushed Del’s cheek but pulled away quickly. “Pleasantly so. We’d love to have you.”
“I might be coming down with something, too. I’d hate to be sick on Christmas, so maybe I should drink some honey tea and turn in early.”
“Okay. No pressure. I won’t count it against you.”
“Literally, you mean, because of the will.”
“Well, I was teasing, but that, too. I could even hang back, if you want.”
“Nah. They need your voice. You’ve been holding out on me.”
Baily’s cheeks turned as red as his scarf.
“Maybe I could get a private concert when you get back.”
They got even redder. “Maybe. You wanna come, Ginger?” When Baily got the to
