I’m sure he’ll bring you one. You always have to ask him nicely, though.”
Henry came in with a pitcher of lemonade, and he was glad for the opportunity to lighten the atmosphere. “Henry, would you bring Evangeline a soupspoon, please.”
“What happened to the one I gave her?”
“She threw it on the floor, Mr. Henry.”
“Tara, please don’t interrupt when adults are speaking.”
“But she did, Mummy.”
That settled it. Telford got up and went to the kitchen to get a soupspoon. Silver or not didn’t matter. Besides, he had no idea where Alexis kept that silver. He put the spoon beside Evangeline’s plate and looked at her, hoping she got his message. Let’s have some peace at this table.
At least Henry made dessert. Telford thanked him for the apple pie.
“Tara likes it, and she wants me to put black-cherry ice cream on it” was Henry’s reply.
“Would you like espresso or regular coffee, Evangeline?” Alexis asked her.
Evangeline looked at Telford. “Whatever you’re having, dear.”
“He’s having regular coffee.”
He couldn’t say she was deliberately aggravating Evangeline, but the women were so dissimilar that the difference itself had to irritate Evangeline. Why hadn’t he realized that Alexis was an upper-class woman? She had some talking to do.
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