“What does that mean?” Mac whispered back.
“Who knows? Probably nothing.”
“All the same, I don’t like his looks. I have a good notion to throw him out.”
“Mac! You couldn’t do that. It’s not safe,” she protested.
“There are a lot of things that are not safe in this strange world we’re living in now,” Mac grumbled as he turned his attention to his brewing tea.
“You were going to tell me about your Cumberland Mountain experience,” said Jimmie.
“Oh, yes,” she agreed. “Well, there’s not so much to tell? I was young then. It’s all a bit vague in my mind. Some things were being done down there that shouldn’t have been—too much moonshine and lots of trouble, shooting at the feet of Union organizers who visited the mines, and all that.”
“And your father cleaned all that up?” he suggested.
“Well, yes, after a while. One scene stands out in my memory. Nothing much.” She laughed lightly. “Only you remember events that are rather dramatic, you know.”
“That’s right.”