Dinner was a strangely normal affair, which left Norah feeling completely off balance.
“So, who are you kids taking to the Valentine’s dance?” Sandra asked.
Norah laughed, assuming she was teasing to keep the tone light.
Then Reed spoke up. “Lynnette Rainey.”
“Isn’t she one of the members of your book club?” Miranda passed the platter of roast beef.
“She is. Which means I won’t get bored.”
Mitch dumped a healthy lake of gravy on his mashed potatoes and pot roast. “Cuz, if you need a book club assignment to keep you from getting bored on a date, you clearly need to revisit the definition of date.”
“It’s a PG function, son,” Uncle Pete said.
Baffled, Norah looked around the table. “Did I step into a Twilight Zone episode set back in high school?”
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