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

and pouring me a glass of water and talking to me quietly while we waited, not about what had just happened but about a book collection he’d recently acquired from an estate sale, about whether a particular nineteenth-century poetry volume was worth what the seller was asking.

He was giving me somewhere to put my attention that was not my family.

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