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For once I was glad of Rayford’s indestructible cheer. It visibly lifted Bianca’s spirits. “Rayford.” She took his extended hand and allowed him to help her out of the car. Then she hugged him. He looked as surprised as I felt. “Why, Miss Bianca,” he said, chuckling and patting her back. “You’ll make an old man blush.” She said something to him that I didn’t catch, then pulled away. I got out of the car as fast as I could, convinced I’d miss something important, but Rayford simply took her hand and put it into the crook of his arm and led her into the house. I frowned at his back. The old goat just usurped me! “So tell me how it went with your mama and Mr. Boudreaux,” said Rayford, gazing down at Bianca affectionately as they walked down the hall and I followed behind like an obedien
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