"F'he's a friend to you, suppose I'd have to." It's agreeable, and she pours herself a glass of water before finally sitting next to him, not looking at John.

"You bring him, then."

She could say, and wants to say, "You bring that daughter-in-law and grandson of mine, too," but she doesn't. Instead she just takes a long swallow.

"Lord knows there's enough work to be done."