FORTY-SIX
The police must’ve told him, Vivian thought as Ethan held the door for her at Carmine’s, an old-school Italian restaurant on Polk Street, not far from her apartment. That’s why he asked me out to dinner. Now he’s waiting for the right moment to confront me. Her stomach was in a knot and the thought of eating seemed to make the knot even tighter. Why had she agreed to go to dinner with him? He was Joanna’s son – how could she refuse him?
The hostess seated them at a romantic table for two in the back of the room, then lit the candle and handed them menus.
“Thanks,” Ethan said after the hostess left them alone.
“For what?”
“Having dinner with me. It’s not like you know me or anything.”
“Sure, no problem,” Vivian said. “You said you wanted to talk about your Mom.”
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