Sycamore Row - John Grisham

the window. They rode in silence until they were close to his home. To spare him the
indignity, Ozzie allowed him to get in his truck and drive. “Be in court at 9:00,
Wednesday morning,” he said. “I’ll get Jake to handle the paperwork. We’ll bump it
down the road for a while.”
Simeon thanked him and drove away, slowly.
He counted eight cars parked in his driveway and around his front yard. Smoke lifted
from the grill. Kids were everywhere. A regular party as they closed ranks around their
dear Lettie.
He parked on the road and began walking toward the house. This might get ugly.