Page 74 of Lemon Pound Cake Club

Danielle looked healthier now. The bruises on her wrists were gone, and she smiled more often these days.

Nia and Simone argued about whose cobbler should win first place at next month’s neighborhood barbecue. Miss Evelyn quietly stirred honey into her tea.

The room was full of conversation. Everything felt normal and comfortable.

Camille walked over to the built-in bar in the corner of the dining room. While everyone else poured tea, she picked up a crystal decanter and poured herself a glass of amber liquid.

She saw me watching her.

"It's just a little bourbon."

She smiled.

"I haven't slept much this week."

No one spoke at first. She carried her glass to her chair, took a slow sip, and placed it beside her plate.

I noticed Simone glance at Nia, and Nia caught it as well.

"So," Simone asked gently, "how are you really doing?"

Camille looked up.

"I'm fine."

"You sure?"

She laughed.

"I promise."

"It was just a stupid note."

Danielle frowned.

"It didn't seem stupid."

Camille's smile faded for just a moment.

"No," she admitted softly. "I guess it wasn't."

Miss Evelyn reached across the table and covered Camille's hand with her own.

"You don't have to be strong every minute of every day."

The room grew quiet. Camille swallowed hard.

"I'm trying."

"I know," Miss Evelyn replied.

The moment ended as quickly as it began. Camille cleared her throat and stood up.

"Before we eat..."

She clasped her hands together.

"I just want to thank y'all."