Valerie managed to maintain her anger.
They knelt down on the futon and again offered tea to Dylan. "Please have the tea, uncle."
Dylan took the antique blue porcelain teacup and drank it slowly.
Then Valerie and Devin took the new tea and turned to Savannah. "Please have the tea, Ms. Schultz…"
Savannah was somewhat amused at the man and woman kneeling in front of her.
She knew that Dylan wanted to help her vent her spite. She took their teacups, sipped them, cleared her throat, and mimicked Dylan, like an elder. "Good, you can stand up."
Valerie's face turned purple with rage.
Dylan's lips quirked up in silence.
After the tea offering, Dylan and Savannah left.
Savannah could see that old Sterling really wanted Dylan to stay a little longer, but Dylan had not unraveled the knot in his heart yet.
They went out, got in the car, and fastened their seat belts.
Dylan didn't speak for a long time in his seat.
