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."

was soon crowded with the gifts Sheila

brother doesn't have to run

forgotten to prepare anything, and Sheila's timely arrival had spared them an awkward situation. He turned to Phelps and said, "Dad, since Sheila brought

behind the knee with his cane, causing Naylor to drop to his knees in front

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

come from

head down,

things simply

the end, Timothy took it upon himself to handle the

mother, burned the ceremonial paper, and, knowing that the Lawsons weren't exactly thrilled to see her, didn't

Sheila left did Sallie finally release

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

From now on, when you see her, you call her 'Great Aunt Sheila.' Don't ever call her Miss

Aunt,' maybe Sheila would feel

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