As soon as Santiago and Mika came in the door, he said, “Your dad said you needed some help with the food.”
I nodded. “Actually, he is just giving me a way to tell you that’s Melvin Smith.”
Santiago spun his head back toward the door he had just come through. “That man is not old enough to be Melvin Smith.”
“It’s his son, I expect,” Lucille said. “Melvin and Lee were friends as children.”
Santiago sighed. “So the afternoon just got a whole lot more complicated?”
Mika groaned.
“Seems so,” I said as I walked over and gave each of them a hug. “Now, if only Ace Watkins showed up, we’d have representatives from three of the families involved.”
“Funny you should say that,” Santiago said as he grabbed the plates and napkins and headed toward the front door. “Your dad just invited him over.
