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

have a real conversation, that’s where I’ll be.” I looked at her steadily. “Not today.”

For the first time in my memory, I watched the instruction land on her face and remain there without producing the expected outcome. She opened her mouth. She closed it.

Rebecca’s expression had shifted into something more difficult to read — not quite guilt, not continue reading …