“Better let me give you some more,” I says.
“I dont want any more,” she says.
“Not at all,” I says, “You’re welcome.”
“Is your headache gone?” Mother says.
“Headache?” I says.
“I was afraid you were developing one,” she says. “When you came in this afternoon.”
“Oh,” I says. “No, it didn’t show up. We stayed so busy this afternoon I forgot about it.”
“Was that why you were late?” Mother says. I could see Quentin listening. I looked at her. Her knife and fork were still going, but I caught her looking at me, then she looked at her plate again. I says,
“No. I loaned my car to a fellow about three o’clock and I had to wait until he got back with it.” I ate for a while.
“Who was it?” Mother says.