meetings.
“Do you want to explain it badly to me first?” I asked.
She smiled.
“Yes.”
So she did.
I listened, interrupted twice, and earned a complaint about the second interruption being unnecessary. Then we discussed my latest route consultation and the particular exhaustion of having a meeting about a meeting that should have been an email. We did not spend the entire meal excavating college.
That mattered.
I had chosen the restaurant because it belonged to the woman she was now. Sitting across from her, I realized that dating
