“It’s only what the boy has to hear. Better he should know it now than come to it hard later on.”

Liza, silent, delivered a steaming pot roast to the table. The heat and humidity of it filled the dining room,- Travis felt a drop of sweat travel down his chest. His stomach felt shriveled.

“Because,” Creath went on, “and I say this honestly, I won’t accept second-best from you down at the plant. Some might say it was favoritism, my hiring you on at all. Now I don’t believe that. I don’t mink it is un-Christian to help a family member in need. The opposite. But charity does not extend to indulgence. That’s all I’m trying to put across. Work is what is required. Maybe things have been easy for you before. But the sad truth is that they will not be easy now.”

Travis said quietly, “When Mama was sick I hired the men to harvest. I drove a tractor, and a team of horses when we sold the tractor. And when we couldn’t hire hands I took what I could of the harvest myself.”

“Well,” Creath said, “we know what the upshot of that was, don’t we?”

“Creath,” Liza said quickly, “will you give us the blessing?”

Creath muttered a may-God-be-thanked and was reaching for the boiled peas when the Buracks’ other roomer came down the stairs.

She had been silent on the carpeted steps and Travis was startled at the shadow. He had forgotten about the attic room. He stood up from the table, a gesture his mother had taught him was polite when a woman enters.

There was a brief, tense silence.

“Travis Fisher,” Liza said distantly, “this is Anna Blaise.”

He stared at her a long moment before he remembered to take her hand. “Meet you,” he said clumsily, and she made a movement like a curtsy.

He knew he was being impolite, but she was shockingly beautiful. She was young, Travis thought, maybe his own age, but the longer he looked at her the less certain he was. She was radiant and smooth-skinned but her eyes contained depths he did not associate with youth. Her face was round. Her hair was blond and rough-cut and tied back behind her with an alluring carelessness. She gazed at the floor as if uncertain what she ought to do or say; but beneath this shyness there was an inference of great poise, an economy of motion. Travis felt clumsy next to her.