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

releasing.

“There it is,” I said. “The real motive.”

“I’m a businessman,” he said, unapologetically.

We sat for a while longer with our coffee, not talking about everything that needed eventually to be talked about — the family conversations ahead, the contracts on the counter, the question of what James and I were in the process of becoming. There would continue reading …