After a while she will get used to you and you will get
 
 used to her."
 
 He shrugged again, but I saw from the
 
 expression on his face that he wasn't very hopeful. "I'm sorry you're not happy about your brother's
 
 marriage, Troy."
 
 "I'm happy! You're here now, right?" "Yes. I'm here now."
 
 "So, I'm happy," he repeated, clapping his little
 
 hands. "I'm glad about that," I said. "In fact, that's the
 
 thing that makes me most happy, too." I knelt down
 
 and hugged him.
 
 "Come on," he said heading for the door. "Let's
 
 get back to the party. We'll miss the cake."
 
 I glanced back once more at the mountains of
 
 gifts and then returned with him to the ballroom. A special table was rolled to the center. On it
 
 was a sky-high wedding cake with the figures of the bride and groom dancing under the word
 
 CONGRATULATIONS. Momma and Tony were brought to the cake for the traditional cutting of the first piece. Momma sliced it carefully and fed it to Tony, who tried desperately to maintain some dignity as Momma stuffed the extra-large slice into his mouth, but the creamy icing splattered down his chin and over his tuxedo jacket. Everyone laughed and cheered. I was going to join Grandma Jana to have my
 
 piece, but suddenly Momma took hold of my arm. "It has gone well, hasn't it?" She looked about
 
 proudly. "These people will never forget it. They'll be
 
 talking about it forever. How's your grandmother
 
 doing?" she asked, gazing at Grandma Jana, who was
 
 in deep conversation with another woman her age. "She seems to be having a good time." "I'll rest easier when she goes back to Texas.
 
 Who knows what she's saying to these people." I
 
 wondered if Momma feared Grandma Jana would tell
 
 me the truth about her past. She turned back to me.
 
 "What's wrong?"
 
 "Nothing, Momma."
 
 "You look sad. How can anyone look sad at an
 
 occasion like this?" She paused and sighed. "Still
 
 worrying about everything, aren't you? Can't help but take after your father, I suppose." I couldn't help wincing. She could lie with such sincerity. Maybe because she had been doing it for so long, I thought. But how long could I keep what I knew to myself?
 
 "Come with me," she said suddenly.