I'm not exactly the hugging, touchy-feely type. Red gives me no choice, so I hold on. She eventually releases me and drags me inside with one arm hooked over my shoulder. She stares at me in the dim inside light. "Lordy but you're as beautiful as your mother. I've been so worried about you."

The comparison makes me uncomfortable. I look around the small space. It's worse than the clubhouse. "Could we sit down and talk for a few? I need to hurry and start cooking dinner. That's ...