arine voice through the phone, asking about an old family recipe. Her mother's pec

e" came into the kitch

cipe for that pecan

said, not sto

et it? I'll take

turned to fa

u mean, no? It's a piece of pa

aid

threatening. "Give me the recipe, or I'

and pulled out the faded, handwritten card. I held it up for him

card in half. And then in half again. I

has it," I

clenched. "That's it. I'm

ning my back on him an

y driveway. "Mike" had called him. When I opened the door,

aid. "I'm worried about her. She's not he

eaking. "She's been so cruel.

sband since he was a boy, looked at me with

g on," I said. "

today. The Marines. They're awarding Mike the Navy Cross for his la

s a great honor for this town, and for Mike's memo

t, bitter laugh. "

the Sheriff's face wa