There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

in thirty-four years, produced any outcome worth the expenditure.

Rebecca turned. Something crossed her face in the half-second before she arranged it — surprise, a flicker of irritation, and then the soft, pleasant expression of a woman dealing smoothly with an unexpected variable.

“You came,” she said, as though I were a distant acquaintance who had continue reading …