Chapter 26: Talk of AngelsNonny Tremaine was waiting when we arrived the following morning, sitting out on the porch in a wicker chair. She was dressed in a bright red skirt and a colorful floral blouse, her feet encased in flat sandals. Her white hair was plaited and hung down across her right shoulder. She saw the car arrive and picked up a straw hat, shoving it firmly onto her head whilst she waited for Conal to help her down the steps.
“Slide over, young woman,” she commanded with a grin when Conal assisted her into the truck. “Conal, why can't you have a normal car that's easy for an old lady like me to get into?”
Conal smiled tenderly at his grandmother. “Come on, Nonny. You know you love going out in my truck.” He helped her with the seatbelt, and then shut the door gently before
