Timothy and the rest of the Lawsons looked up just as Sheila approached, leading a small group behind her. Each person carried various offerings for the memorial.

"Miss Sheila!"

Henry's face lit up, and he rushed toward her.

Sallie was quick to grab him by the arm. "Hold on, you little rascal. Where do you think you're going?"

Sheila only smiled, not the least bit offended, and walked up to the group. She greeted Phelps with a gentle, "Uncle Lawson."

Phelps' expression darkened considerably.

Sheila then turned to Naylor. "Brother-in-law."

Naylor offered a strained smile, clearly uncomfortable. "It's been a long time."

Sheila directed her companions to set the offerings in front of the grave. "Yes, it's been years since I last visited. My father asked me to bring extra offerings this year for my sister."

in front of the headstone was soon crowded

that's a relief. Now big brother doesn't have

them an awkward situation. He

warning, Phelps tapped Naylor sharply behind the knee with his cane, causing Naylor to drop to his knees in front of

his cane, Phelps scolded, "You fool! Who uses someone else's offerings to honor their

taboo-offerings for ancestors should never come from outsiders, and Sheila wasn't a Lawson by blood. What she brought,

head down, silent and

things simply couldn't be

Timothy took it upon himself to

Timothy's mother, burned the ceremonial

after Sheila left did Sallie

disgruntled. "Auntie, what's your problem? Why wouldn't you let me

little rascal. From now on, when you see her, you call

Sheila would feel too

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