![]() ![]() That day we talked in the library and I told you about how hard it had been to raise him, about his quirks, his lack of feeling. “That’s not what you were.” He shook his head. “I don’t appreciate being a teachable moment for your son.” I sort of liked my pointed tone, though it surprised me, perhaps even more than it did Bill. “I hoped he’d come around to the correct conclusion on his own.” His eyes brightened. “You didn’t do anything about it, either.” “As you know, I didn’t agree with his methods.” “Yes.” He clasped his hands on the table. “I’m sure you know why I invited you here tonight.” Once the server disappeared, Bill leaned forward. “I’ll have what he’s having.” I passed my menu and sat back in my chair as a string quartet began to play somewhere in the crowded restaurant. “I’ll have a ribeye, medium, with green beans and mashed potatoes.” ![]() “Neither am I.” Bill handed his menu back to the server. The server poured wine for us as I perused the menu. “Especially from somewhere as fancy as this.” Lindstrom.” I smiled and draped my napkin across my white skirt. “It’s always hard for a teacher to turn down a free meal, Mr. Lindstrom sat to my right in a back corner of the swanky French restaurant, Freniere’s. ![]() “Thanks for accepting my invitation.” Mr. ![]()
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