watched all those children grow up.” Mrs. Parnell looked from one to the other and raised her glass. Donald Donnie was splashing Harvey’s Bristol Cream into it.
“Yes, we did,” Loretta said. “Didn’t we, Dad?”
“Indeed, Mum.”
I had managed to swallow by this time. “You know, Alvin is distraught over Jimmy. We are really worried about him.”
“You should be. He’s the best of the whole lot. Isn’t he, Dad?”
“You know he is.”
This was good news. Here we had a double-barrelled source of information that wasn’t too crazy about the Fergusons and had a soft spot for Alvin. And they were related to me, however distantly, so they might cut me some slack.
“You know I think I will have a splash of something after all,” I said. “Rum and coke if you have it.”
Donald Donnie moved with lightning speed to fill that order. “You’ll not have had one of those next door. Dry as a Sunday sermon.”
“Now, Dad, remember the time of it she had with the husband.”
“Twenty years he’s been gone, Mum. Surely to God she could have a drink in the house.”
“Alvin is really cut up about this. We can’t leave him without knowing what’s wrong. I bet the two of you could give me some helpful insights,” I said firmly.
Mrs. Parnell interjected. “Loretta and Donald Donnie tell me that Alvin was deeply affected by Jimmy’s accident, as we suspected.”
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