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I took another drink of tea.
Carefully.
"Morning."
Three identical smiles.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
"Morning, dear," Mrs. Jenkins said.
I narrowed my eyes.
Nobody called me dear unless they wanted something.
"What?"
Betty gasped.
"Doris, did you hear that?"
Doris nodded.
"Such hostility."
"I haven't even done anything yet."
"That's exactly what worries me."
The three women exchanged looks.
I suddenly missed combat zones.
At least there you knew who the enemy was.
Mrs. Jenkins folded her hands.
"So."
"No."
"I haven't asked anything."
"Whatever it is."
Betty grinned.
"Oh, he's learning."
Years of military experience.
Adapt and survive.
That was the goal.
Mrs. Jenkins pointed toward the ranch house.
