Old Mr. Jarvis gave Old Mr. Quintin a knowing look, “Ease up in front of Evelyn, will ya? No need to startle the kid with your ruckus.”

Old Mr. Quintin shot a glance back at Old Mr. Jarvis but got the hint. Turning to Evelyn, he said, “It’s nothing for you to worry about, pumpkin. It’s getting late. You head off to bed. Me and Jarvis will chat for a bit longer.”

Evelyn could tell they had things to discuss and didn’t insist on staying. She simply said, “Alright, but you two try not to stay up arguing, okay?”

“Don’t you worry, we won’t,” Old Mr. Quintin’s voice was gentle. “Off you go, up to bed.”

“Okay,” Evelyn nodded obediently. “Goodnight, Grandpa. Goodnight, Mr. Jarvis.”

“Night, kiddo,” Old Mr. Jarvis called out with a chuckle.

Once Evelyn had left, Old Mr. Jarvis’ smile faded. “Gab’s not into Evelyn, and even if he was, there’s always Miss West to consider. What’s the rush?”

Old Mr. Quintin stubbornly retorted, “I’m not fretting for Nana; I’m worried about Gab. You really comfortable with him hanging around that girl every day?”

horses, man. You don’t even have the full picture and you’re already painting her in a

you’re defending her? You really

words laced with sarcasm. “Seems

Mr. Jarvis turned away. “I’ve got nothing to say

you either. Tomorrow I’m calling Estelle over. I need to get to the bottom of this,” Old Mr. Quintin

Jarvis said, rising

Mr. Quintin was left stewing, itching to call Gabriel right then to

until dusk. Remembering that Sophia was ill, he thought to call and check on her, maybe see if she wanted anything

out, his phone rang. It

to

store, and someone was following me. They’re still outside my place and haven’t

“Someone’s tailing you? Did you call

with fear. “I’m afraid

I’m on my way. Don’t open the door for anyone until I get there,”

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