I thought there was no way Shannon would see us unless she looked around the whole restaurant. We could pretend not to see her and make her be the one to have to announce her presence and approach. Already fatigued from decision-making, it was soon too late to decide.
Shannon turned and saw us and saw us seeing her. Damn. My ex-wife took a step in our direction, halted briefly, then proceeded over to our table.
“Hey. I’m just getting some lunch. I came here the other day with Jeff, and it was good,” Shannon explained without being asked. She twisted her keychain in her fingers. “I don’t know that many places.”
“Yeah, no, it’s good.” I had no idea what I was saying. “Why don’t you sit down?”
Why had those words came out of my mouth? It seemed like the polite thing to say when you run in
