“We’ve been there,” Willow said in a shaky voice. She looked much older than Scott remembered her being, but Lily had gotten married five years ago, and he hadn’t seen Willow White since. “It’s by Beesville.”
“Yes,” Joy said. “Right near there. Beautiful country.”
“That it is,” Bill said with a wistful sigh. “It’s humid here, ain’t it?”
“Momma!” Daddy bellowed from the smokehouse. Scott turned in that direction along with everyone else. Daddy lumbered toward them, as tall as he was, and he indicated the billowing smoke coming from the barbecues. “That’s not supposed to be on fire!”
“Daddy, I’m right here,” Lily said from somewhere in the middle of all the smoke. “It’s under control.”
“Under control?”
“My dad sort of bellows everything he says,” Scott whispered in Joy’s ear. “Did I fo
