why we brought along an extra suit.” Jenny’s blue eyes filled with concern. “Did you tell her what I said?”
“Yes, but I thought she’d get more out of it if she heard it from you in person. We pick her up at ten o’clock on Friday morning.”
They stopped by the concierge desk long enough to make arrangements for Jenny’s videos. Joanna also increased the Thanksgiving dinner reservation from four to six.
“Who’s coming to dinner?” Jenny asked as they, too, headed for the elevator.
“Leann Jessup,” Joanna answered. “She’s a new friend, someone I met here at school. And Adam York, the DEA guy from Tucson. You remember him, don’t you?”
Jenny nodded. “He’s the guy who thought you were a drug dealer.”
“Well, he’s a friend now, and so is Leann.”
“Are you fixing the two of them up?” Jen asked.
Joanna was stunned. She wasn’t quite ready for Jenny’s inquiring mind to take on the world of male/female relations.
“What a strange thing to say. No,” Joanna declared firmly. “Nobody’s fixing anybody up.”
“So Mr. York isn’t her boyfriend?”
“No. He doesn’t even know her.”
“Is he your boyfriend, then?”
“Jenny,” an exasperated Joanna said. “As far as I know, Adam York isn’t anybody’s boyfriend. He’s a friend of mine and a colleague. What’s all this stuff about boyfriends?”
“But why does he want to have Thanksgiving dinner with us?” Jenny asked.
Jonnna shrugged. “It’s a holiday. Maybe he doesn’t want to be alone. Besides, I’ll be happy to see him again.”
“Why can’t he have dinner with his own family?” Jenny asked.
“Look,” Joanna said. “Adam York is one of the people who encouraged me to run for office. He’s also the one who suggested I come up here and take this course. He probably just wants to see how doing.”
“Are you going to marry him?” Jenny asked pointedly.
“Marry him!” Joanna exclaimed. “Jenny, for heaven’s sake, what in the world has gotten into you? Of course I’m not going to marry him. Whatever put that weird idea into your head?”
Jenny frowned. “That’s what happened to Sue Espy. Her parents got a divorce when we were in second grade. Her mother asked some guy named Slim Dabovich to come for Thanksgiving dinner last year. Now they’re married. Sue likes him, I guess. She says he isn’t like stepfathers you see on TV. I mean, he isn’t mean or anything.”
Joanna almost laughed aloud. “Just because Sue’s mom married the guy she asked to Thanksgiving dinner doesn’t mean I will. Now, do you want to go swimming or not?”
In advance of the holiday, Dave Thompson had stocked up on booze. Fighting a hangover from the previous night’s excess, he went looking for hair of the dog the moment the last of the students
