"Wife, eat the sweet potatoes while they're still hot," Ryan said gently, keeping his eyes on the road. "That family's roasted sweet potatoes are famous. I heard he's been selling them for more than ten years."
He could tell his wife's mood was still a little heavy. In truth, he hadn't blamed her at all. If he had been there from the beginning, he would have stepped in just the same. That kind of scum deserved a proper lesson.
Mary held the warm sweet potato in her hands, the heat seeping into her palms and easing the knot in her chest. After a moment, she spoke softly, "Hubby, do you know who that man's sister is?"
Ryan glanced at her briefly, then back at the road. "Oh? Who is it? Do we know her?"
"His sister is called Miranda, the one who boasted herself as the daughter of a County Council leader. You remember her, right?"
