Twisted Roots (DeBeers 3)

"Sure we can," Uncle Linden said, waving his

bank book. "I've got what we need right here." "We'll load up and head out. First, we'll take a

scenic trip and give Uncle Linden a chance to see

some of the beauty in this county, something else

beside big, glitzy Palm Beach hotels, and then we'll

head for New Orleans. My father will help us find

work there. I'm sure."

Heyden was speaking so fast. I couldn't catch

my breath following.

"I don't know. Heyden. I've got to think about

this."

"Think about it." he said. "Meanwhile, I'll do all the research and planning necessary. Okay. Uncle

Linden?"

"Count me in." he said. "You've just got to take

me to the bank so I can transfer some money." "We'll be back very soon and do just that."

"Heyden,"

"What?"

"Nothing," I said, looking at Uncle Linden. His

face had taken on such healthy color, and his eyes

were the brightest I could recall. I stood up. "We've

got to go. Uncle Linden. We'll be back soon." "Very soon." Heyden promised him.

"Good. Good." Uncle Linden said. "What was

that you sang? I'm leaving on a motor home?" "Don't know when I'll be back again," Heyden

followed,

"I do," Uncle Linden said. "Never."

Heyden laughed,

I opened the door quickly.

"C'mon. Heyden." I urged, practically pushing

him out the door. "Good night. Uncle Linden.' "Good night. Hannah." He stepped up to me

quickly and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't recall