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

heard voices in the main room — one of them familiar in the way that certain sounds become embedded in your nervous system over a lifetime of exposure.

James excused himself quietly and closed the door behind him.

I heard the muffled exchange — his voice steady, another voice cutting in with the particular quality of my sister when she has decided she continue reading …