“Holly? Oh, Peter! She’s met a high school boy named Roger, and she’s crazy about him. She’s acting like herself for the first time since her uncle died. She’s no longer brooding over the way her sister treats her. It was Ruth who suggested the party. I almost wish I’d been there myself,” Judy finished.
“Donna wouldn’t have talked if you’d been there.”
“I know. I was too tired to enjoy a party, anyway. When this is all over we’ll have one of our own. I think I’ll invite Donna,” Judy decided. “She’s going to need friends. Poor girl! I wouldn’t be in her place for a million dollars.”
Peter laughed. “I guess her father made a million. But I wouldn’t be in his place, either. We’re picking him up with all the rest of Joe Mott’s boys. It’s going to be a busy day.”
Judy felt rested and ready for it. When she went downstairs again Holly was telling Honey all about Roger, and Horace was standing there, ignored by both of them and obviously enjoying it.
“Well, Honey,” he said finally, “can you tear yourself away, or don’t you want to go calling on the Jewell sisters?”
“Not today. I think I’ll stay here and help Holly with the babies. I hear one of them crying now!” And Honey flew upstairs.
“Will wonders never cease! Well, come on, Sis,” Horace said to Judy.
“I’m ready,” Judy declared. She gave Peter a quick kiss, and he was off. Hank Lawson had just driven up in the official car. Horace followed in his coffee-colored convertible with Judy beside him.
“What about breakfast?” he asked as they passed through Farringdon.