life and her motherâs familyâs before that, immediately rushed to take them from her. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â she scolded. âYou trying to get me fired? Tidying up is what I do around here.â
Dinah grinned at her. âWe both know you do a whole lot more than that. You keep this place running. You hold this family together.â
Maybelle swept her into a hug, one of many sheâd readily dispensed since Dinahâs homecoming. âLordy, but Iâve missed you. Youâve been away too long, girl. Itâs about time you came back to see us. Some of us, we ainât getting any younger, you know.â
Though she looked ageless with her smooth brown complexion, Maybelle had to be at least seventy-five. Sheâd been almost twenty when sheâd gone to work for Adelaide Rawlings when Dinahâs mother was born. That was fifty-five years ago.
Dinah grinned at her now. âWhoâre you kidding, Maybelle? Youâll outlive all of us.â
âEspecially if you keep getting in the way of them guns and bombs,â the housekeeper chided. âThat close call you had âbout gave me a heart attack. Never saw the sense of you doing such a thing. Thought we raised you to be smarter.â
Dinah met the dark brown eyes of the woman whoâd been such a constant in her life. A sudden need to unburden herself nearly overwhelmed her. Maybelle hadalways patiently listened to every one of her childhood hopes, dreams and heartaches.
âCan I tell you something you canât repeat to anyone?â Dinah asked.
âYou askinâ if I can keep a secret? Iâve kept enough for you and that brother of yours, donât you think?â
Dinah laughed. âYes, I suppose you have.â
âSo whatâs one more?â
âI might not go back,â Dinah said, testing the words.
âWell, praise the Lord and hallelujah!â Maybelle said exuberantly. âThatâs the best news Iâve had in years. Why you want to keep such a thing a secret?â
Dinah regarded her sadly. âIs it good news?â
âIf it means my babyâs gonna be safe, then itâs good news to me.â She gave Dinah a penetrating look. âYou donât seem too happy about it, though. You quit or get yourself fired?â
âI quit, but no one around hereâs to know that. I donât expect you to lie for me, but hem and haw if anyone asks, at least for now.â She gave Maybelle a stern look. âPromise?â
âI gave you my word, didnât I?â She hugged Dinah again. âWhateverâs going on with you, youâll work it out. I know how you like to mull things over in that head of yours. But if there comes a time when you need someone to talk to, Iâm here, same as always.â
âThank you. I love you.â
âAnd I love you, same as all those children I gave birth to, and those grandbabies and great-grandbabies that are coming along,â Maybelle told her. âYouâre family to me.â
Tears welled up in Dinahâs eyes. She swiped at them impatiently. âNow youâve gone and made me cry,â sheteased. âIâll have to redo my makeup before I go out in public or Mother will be totally humiliated.â
âSince when you put on makeup?â Maybelle asked wryly. âYour mama cares way too much about stuff that donât matter a hoot to anybody but her and those social-climbing women she spends her days with.â At Dinahâs amused look, Maybelle added, âAnd donât think I wouldnât say the same thing right to her face. I knew her when she was in diapers, too.â
âAh, Maybelle, you keep telling us like it is. Maybe one of these days weâll all get our priorities sorted out.â
Maybelle laughed. âYou, maybe, but I think itâs too late for that brother of yours. Heâs fallen into the same pattern as your