“Just fine, thank you,” she said, surrendering to his jovial embrace.
“Good. We’re so happy you decided to join us. We’re getting a little tired of listening to each other jaw on about the same old same old.”
She let out a nervous giggle. “Well, I’m not sure how entertaining I’ll be, but I can try.”
“I hear you can tell a story like nobody’s business.” Nash stepped out of the way so they could come in and close the door.
While she wanted to say writing a story and telling a story were two different animals, she didn’t get a chance to. A middle-aged man came into the hallway, and Nash introduced him as their father, Lyle. He was pleasant and shook her hand. He offered to take her coat, but Memphis helped her slide out of it and hung it on the wall.
“Gramps is in the den. He wanted to g
