I was a little late getting to the restaurant. Today wasn’t a good day for me. None of my clean clothes matched, the stack of papers I was supposed to correct this weekend was higher than I expected, and I was low on gas and got behind slow-moving big-rigs. I thought I’d run out of fuel before I got anywhere. I finally pulled into the restaurant parking lot with a full tank and a new pair of slacks at about 7:45.
The hostess stood at the front desk.
“Pendleton party?” I asked.
“Right this way.” She led me through the restaurant to a table on the back deck.
“Hi,” I said as I slipped into the chair at the table for six. “Sorry I’m late.” I knew I didn’t need an excuse. I smiled at everyone as Sean poured some red wine into the glass at my place setting. I noticed Marty and Taylor were ho
