“Thank you.” I wore the only other dress I’d brought with me, the black dress with the peplum. Something told me we wouldn’t be going to the Burger Shack, so I wanted to look nice. One look at him and I knew I’d made the right move. He wore a navy suit with a light blue shirt and geometric tie and actually looked more formal than he had at Rosalind’s last night. “Please have a seat.” He sat on the sofa and glanced around Mom’s small but immaculate living room with its well-worn furniture that dated back twenty-five years. I guess I could understand the reluctance of people my parents’ age to invest in furniture that would probably outlive them. I knew the room looked a little raggedy and I cast a sly glance at him to study his reaction, but his impassive expression gave nothing away. It made me wonder if he came from a background as modest as mine. “Would you like a drink?” I offered. “I should probably wait until we get to the restaurant.
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