When Leroy returned to the living room after showing Susan out, he found his wife dabbing tears from her cheeks. He rushed to her side. "Clara, honey, what's the matter?"
"Did you see the way that poor girl ate?" she asked against his chest. "She must be starved."
She sat back and dried her eyes on her apron. "Those poor children." She shuddered. "She must be having a hard time, divorced, buying that house ... she can't have much money ... Leroy, we must make it a point to invite them to dinner every chance we get."
He smiled. "I think that's a dandy idea, sweet pea."