He shook the newspaper and said nothing more until Sarah announced that supper was ready.
Sarah talked endlessly about her flower garden, the weather and anything else that came to her mind.
On the other hand, if Sarah was telling the truth, there was another side to Giddon - a loyal brother.
"Well," Sarah amended, "I don't know that much about bears and things like that.
Sarah eyed her with sympathy.
Sarah abruptly stopped talking and smiled meekly.
Sarah asked the question with genuine interest.
Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.
She dressed hurriedly in the clothes Sarah had loaned her and ran fingers through her hair, wishing she had a comb.
Sarah entered the room carrying a pan of steaming biscuits.
She was intruding, but it soon became obvious that Sarah wasn't going to sit down until everyone else was seated.
She slid into the chair across from Tammy, and Sarah sat down at the other end of the table.
"It's going to be a beautiful day," Sarah said as she turned her attention back to her food.
Sarah waved a hand at Lisa, watching Giddon intently.
In 1796, he extracted fluid from the pox on the hand of a dairymaid named Sarah Nelmes—who had caught the condition from her cow Blossom—and injected the fluid into a cut in eight-year-old James Phipps's arm.
"No, you go ahead," Sarah interrupted with another wave of the hand.
Sarah gave Giddon a stern look and then returned her attention to Lisa.
Sarah silently watched her son with what appeared to be amused interest.
Sarah studied the situation with wise eyes.
Much as she liked Sarah, the idea of Giddon's displeasure would prohibit any such intent.
He and Sarah had done far more for her than could have been expected.
The place was quiet and secluded, and Sarah would be a sweet person to work for.
Sarah met them at the door, her puzzled gaze going from Giddon to Lisa.
Sarah hugged her son and then Lisa.
Was Sarah concerned about the money?
Maybe Sarah suspected that Giddon felt sorry for her.
Sarah made a face.
She patted Sarah on the shoulder.
Sarah and Giddon both seemed content with the arrangement, but she felt guilty about the money she earned... or didn't earn.
Tammy could swim almost as well as Lisa, but Sarah couldn't swim at all, confessing unabashed that she was afraid of the water.
Sarah couldn't understand her desire to be alone, but she accepted it.
By day, the mystery lurked in every look exchanged between Sarah and Giddon.
One evening, close to suppertime, Lisa, Tammy and Sarah were lounging around the pool.
There was only one way to find out... well, maybe two, but asking Sarah or Giddon was probably wasted effort.
Giddon immediately became absorbed in a book, and Sarah worked on a sweater she was crocheting.
If Giddon and Sarah were both in town, then she was alone.
Tammy and Sarah were in the kitchen when she returned, and Tammy was standing in a chair ripping the cover off some chocolate chip cookies.
Sarah made an excuse of putting Tammy down for a nap and left them alone.
When Lisa questioned Sarah about the car, she passed it off as a friend of Giddon's, and quickly changed the subject.
Sarah and Tammy were putting up groceries when Lisa announced she was going to take a walk.
Sarah apparently hadn't noticed the car.
Surely Sarah and Tammy weren't involved, but did they know?
Sarah would do whatever Giddon said, because he was her son... and Tammy had no choice.
Tammy and Sarah were eating a snack on the patio.
Sarah replied amiably, ignoring his obvious annoyance.
"Half-Sister," Sarah corrected, her voice composed again.
Maybe Sarah was making up a story to cover up for Yancey.
Sarah shook her head.
Without further argument, Sarah and Tammy left, and Lisa was alone.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
Sarah started putting up the groceries.
Sarah glanced up with a short laugh.
Sarah turned to Lisa with a smile.
By the next day she was ready to resume her normal activities, but Sarah insisted it was Saturday and she should take some time to enjoy herself.
Sarah made a face.
Lisa glanced sharply at Sarah, a slow flush invading her face.
Sarah was his mother, so he would be respectful, and if he wasn't she could always walk away.
Was that what Sarah had found so amusing the first day - the fact that she hadn't melted under Yancey's stern gaze?
Was Sarah encouraging a relationship between them?