After the long drive home, Sara"s energy was spent. For the first time in a long time, she slept the night through. Pierce spent the wee hours on the computer.
Sara drove into Walnut Grove Tuesday morning looking for a new place to have breakfast. She passed the Rasay brothers" store. Construction workers were tearing down the storefront facade, perhaps remodeling. Someone in the Rasay family must have at one time hit it big at Keno.
Just as she passed, she glimpsed a construction worker with tattoos. She knew those markings. Sara found a place to turn around. She could just as well enjoy breakfast at the counter alongside people in coveralls. They were the essence of the Delta. She still needed to find her place among them, despite an invisible expectation that dictated how a rich woman
