A Quiet Smile And A Dinner Surprise They Didn’t Expect

for our usual Sunday brunch.”

I touched his shoulder gently as I passed, and he squeezed my hand.

Lewis offered me his arm, and we walked to a table on the opposite side of the room. The restaurant buzzed with whispered conversations—other diners had noticed the scene, though I’d kept my voice low enough that they couldn’t hear the words, only sense continue reading …