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The next day at Sunrise I alternated between feeling mellow because of the tender reconciliation with Stuart the night before and nervous anticipation of Asa Dean’s coming to supper at my house that evening.
It had been mild for January but drizzly all day. When Asa arrived it was starting to get chilly, and he had on corduroy jeans, a sweater, and a windbreaker. I was relieved because I hadn’t said anything about dress, and I had been worried that he might have felt he had to dress up.
He handed me an unwrapped bottle of cabernet sauvignon as he came in. Taking a peek at the label before I set it down to help him with his coat, I knew at once that he was familiar with good wine. After hanging his coat in the closet, I said, “Asa, I’m glad you were free this evening. Come on in.
