“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Better this way. It was my fault. After I got hurt I turned really nasty while I was recuperating. Tracy stood it as long as she could, then she left. She was right. I was impossible.”
“You seem so even-tempered.”
He laughed. “I was a monster.”
“So you had to retire? No wonder you were a monster.”
“Yeah. Look, can we change the subject?”
“Of course. Sorry.”
“Tell me more about the Delaneys. Every day I’m in that house I get more curious about them.” He ignored the small voice in his head that reminded him of his intention not to use Ann for information.
“Let’s see, you know about the first Paul Delaney, who bought a lot of land, married a rich wife and built your house for a bunch of children he never had.”
“And I know about his son Adam. And his son Barrett, the forecloser.”
“Right. Barrett’s son, my uncle Conrad, married my aunt Maribelle.”
Paul raised his eyebrows. “Am I detecting a pattern here?”
“So tacky!” Ann laughed. “But disgustingly Southern. The Paul Delaney who built the house had some sort of weird biblical middle name like Hezekiah or Elijah. He named his son Paul Adam. Then came Paul Barrett and Paul Conrad.”
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