Sycamore Row - John Grisham

Lang’s daughter,” he said, and she almost flinched. Slowly, she stood and faced him and
said, “Yes sir.”
“Your mother sent me a very nice note. Please thank her.”
“I will, yes, thanks,” she said nervously.
“And will you tell your father that my wife, Evelyn, and I forgive him for what
happened?”
Portia cupped her right hand over her mouth as her eyes suddenly moistened. Roston
took a step closer and gently hugged her. Then he abruptly stepped back, said again,
“We forgive him,” and walked out the front door without another word.
They stared at the door long after he left. They were speechless, overwhelmed.
Finally, Jake said, “Let’s lock up and go home.”