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

did you do all of it?” I asked. “The room, the calls, all of it. Really.”

He considered this, not rushing toward an answer.

“Because I could,” he said. “And because it needed to be done. Because I’ve watched you walk into my pub a dozen times with a book under your arm and something behind your eyes that looked like someone had told you your life was continue reading …