When we finally sat down, the air began to loosen. The food helped. Nita's cooking could soften even the hardest hearts. We talked about work first, the safest ground. Then we drifted to nostalgia—old high school stories, faces we hadn't seen in years.
After dinner, we cleared the table together. Nita insisted she could handle the dishes. So I took Sam to my study. "Wasn't so bad now, was it?" I asked, pouring him a glass of whiskey.
"Not bad at all. You actually did it, huh? The dream."
"What dream?" I asked.
"Back in school—you used to swear you'd marry Benny one day. Looks like you got your wish."
I laughed, the memory flooding back. God, I had been so young, so certain. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? It wasn't all easy, though. We've had our ups and downs. Still do sometimes. But right now? I think we're… okay. Stable."
He studied me, eyes sharp. "You love her?"
