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

arrived then, as she always arrived when Rebecca needed reinforcement — quick, precise, reading the landscape before she spoke.

“These rooms have limits,” she said. “It’s not like your little shop where you can drag in an extra chair. Everything here has to be exact.”

Your little shop. Said with a softness that was not soft.

Rebecca’s hand touched my continue reading …