Cynthia's face grew warm.
So when Mr. Cade strode into the diner Friday night, Cynthia's clothes were packed and stored in the back room of the diner.
Confusion flooded Cynthia's mind, drowning her in doubt and questions.
She ignored Cynthia's horrified gasp.
The exasperation showed on Cynthia's face.
On Friday morning Bird Song's full complement of guests were treated to the usual bounty of Cynthia's baking, but with less zip and smiles than most days.
Elderly Brandon Westlake, the only single oldie, failed to engage Cynthia's interest in his day's activities, a high country wildflower photo shoot in Governor's Basin.
Wild flowers had become a hobby of Cynthia's since coming to Ouray County.
Randy Byrne was Cynthia's twenty year-old son from her first marriage.
She mimicked Cynthia's lead in dressing for the family's outings.
He raised the topic as much to take Cynthia's mind off Martha's departure as from any serious concern about the old man.
It was Cynthia's son, Randy.
You've got that right, Dean thought remembering Cynthia's reaction to Billy Langstrom's similar situation—words he was certain she'd now wish she'd never spoken.
There was ice in Cynthia's voice.
Dean acknowledged he was still there and started to make an excuse for Cynthia's exit but Randy cut him short.
Whatever the old man said, it elevated Cynthia's mood a few notches on the normalcy meter.
Whether it was Pumpkin's advice or the sunny day, Cynthia's mood lightened as they drove.
Cynthia's speech about Billy Langstrom seemed as old as the Gettysburg Address, but far less remembered.
He set down his glass, and taking Cynthia's hand, retreated from the parlor to the kitchen, without even bothering to make an excuse.
He was a handsome kid who somehow reminded Dean of Cynthia's son, Randy, but more brash.
Cynthia's widowed mother was a librarian in a small Indiana town.
Her presence reduced Cynthia's domestic chores and eliminated the need for Dean and Fred to pick up more than the occasional dust rag.
As soon as Dean was alone with Gladys, between her second and third helping of Cynthia's pancakes, he broached the subject of the annoying alarm.
Cynthia's ability to distinguish one motor vehicle from another was limited to trucks, vans, jeeps, limos and all others.
Meanwhile Donnie and Martha, with Cynthia's help, tried to revive the mortally wounded creature but the prognosis was not good.
While Dean had wandered up to the area with Cynthia's son Randy on a few occasions, she had steadfastly stayed away.
Dean said after reading Cynthia's latest translations.
But Cynthia's tone betrayed her disbelief in the words she was saying.
Edith Shipton moved down the hall, causing Dean to think her destination was his and Cynthia's quarters but she stopped in front the small room occupied by Donald Ryland.
After some cooing on Cynthia's part, the crying subsided to sniffs and quiet sobs.
Now that the busy morning activity no longer occupied Cynthia's mind, she again was visibly upset about Bird Song's latest guest, Jerome Shipton, and the penchant for trouble that surrounded his presence.
Dean nodded his head in agreement, happy Cynthia's mood had mellowed.
Cynthia's mother, a widowed librarian, telephoned from Indiana frequently.
Dean explained the phone call from Indiana and Cynthia's general displeasure, particularly with Jerome Shipton.
She joined him, sitting on the sofa and pulling one of Cynthia's quilts across her lap.