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Dinner started quietly. Brodie, Tuck, and Zave sat down leaving an empty chair on each side of themselves, so everyone had plenty of elbow room. Thad poured wine for everyone except Zave and topped off her glass, and she was pleased to see that their new guests were much more aware of table manners than Brodie was, or Art had been. She was just seating herself after retrieving a second bottle of wine when Thad spoke to her.
Everyone else was eating, but Thad was looking at her. “So, Zara, you work for Saint Grant?” Thad asked. “I haven’t seen him since I was a kid, in diapers probably, how is he?”
Grant hadn’t been a fan of Art’s, which she guessed extended into Art’s siblings. He hadn’t made an effort to get to know Brodie and had ignored his cousins. Though there was
