Brian reclined casually in his chair, observing Tilda, then Lyndon and the little boy. He mused that they looked like a family of three sitting together.

It would be wonderful if they got married right away. Especially if Lyndon still had feelings for Rosalynn.

“Tilda, come on, let's eat."

Rosalynn slid a dish towards Tilda, encouraging her to eat.

"Thanks."