Lou hid his disappointment when Mrs. Surratt didn’t appear at the dinner table the next evening. Amidst a bland discussion about the weather, Annah banged her knife upon the table. Lou nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped his fork with clang against his plate piled with roast chicken and boiled potatoes. “Miss Surratt, what is the matter?”
“Mr. Weichmann, if anything were to happen to my brother John through his acquaintance with Booth I would kill him!” Her voice, shrill and loud, would have shattered glass if she’d continued her rampage.
“Him? You do mean Booth, I hope.” Lou picked up his fork and piled more potatoes onto it, now used to the sudden emotional outbursts common around this house.
“Of course!” She flung down her serviette, scraped her chair back, stood and fled the d
