Chapter 26
Arlington, Virginia
1700 7 April 2011
Sean
PAUL AND I WERE doing some homework assignments for a couple of our more difficult classes, and Jared had driven to the airport to meet Pete’s flight, which was due to land at five thirty. Dad stuck his head in our door and said, “If one of you is at a stopping point, the dining room table needs to be set.”
“Perfect timing. I’ll be right there, Dad.”
“I need ten more minutes,” Paul said.
“Knock yourself out,” I said, and I headed for the dining room. By the time Paul showed up, the table was very nearly finished.
“What can I do?” Paul said.
“Open the two bottles of red wine you see on the sideboard so they can breathe,” I said.
I finished with the table while he took care of the wine. Then we wandered into the kitchen and sat
