makes it rather special,” says Tibby. “Why not?” Louella accepts her plate, napkin, utensils, and a bottle of lemonade. When Tibby turns to Maysilee, his solicitousness vanishes. “And you?” Maysilee takes her time considering the platter. “The roast beef, as rare as you have it.” She spreads her napkin out to protect her skirt, then arranges her utensils on it. “Trays wouldn’t be unheard of, but never mind.”
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