They were waiting for Bud at nine o'clock. He was late.
"I'm sorry," Bud said. "Came as quickly as I could. I was at a secret session.... But for a brother and sister, well, I just had to leave...."
"We appreciate it, Bud," Norma said.
"Drink, anybody?"
"No, thanks," Frank said.
Norma shook her head.
"Mind if I have one? I'm rather upset today—the hearings and all, the meeting tonight...."
He went to his bar.
Frank was on the sofa. His gaunt, heavy boned body waited motionless. His blunt fingered, surgeon's hands lay unmoving. His skin was tanned from the Oklahoma sun. Norma sat stiffly erect in the overstuffed chair.
"I guess you know what we want to see you about," Frank said.