Miley and Fran stood close together by the coffee pot, talking quietly. Fran had pulled her over there the first chance she got, and Miley simply let ...er, knew that she couldn't get out of the interrogation that was coming. "So?" Fran said expectantly, "Who was that last night?" Miley took a deep breath and raised her eyebrows as though to say 'Do you really want to know?'Fran nudged her impatiently. "That was Luke's father." "What?" Fran almost shouted, and Miley glanced around the room to see. "Miss Eleanor it's time you knew more about me; before this trouble with Cassidy gets any worse," Dillon started. He went on to tell about his service in the First Virginia Cavalry, his decision not to return home after the war and why, and his hatred of what the North forced on the southern states."My reasons for opposing Cassidy run deeper than not wanting to see a nice family run off their place. If I stay Cassidy may come down on you all the harder because I'm here. He was a Northern. That mean old Billy left Mommy high and dry. If I don't get some of that special salve, my eyes will be spinning like a pinball machine." Cathy and Tod both broke into laughter. "If that's what you need, I had plenty of rest last night. Maybe I can help you out. Is it okay with you, Dad?" Abe smiled at him. "Go ahead. I didn't know my daughter was so demanding, AND so talented. She wore me out like an old washrag." Tod reached out his hand to her. " Come with me. We'll use the end bedroom so we. Over to your left ... YES, that one ... ok, put it in my cart, and thank you." My pleasure ma'am, have a nice day."I chuckled at this thought as I walked into the air conditioning and grabbed a cart and started down the produce section. Since it was the 4th, and it was mid morning, I virtually had the place to myself, except for the disgruntled few employees who were stuck working on this holiday. I strolled down the empty aisles grabbing what I wanted to stock the cupboards and fridge, managed.