Jay walks me home soon after his mother leaves. I frown when he heads off toward his car - without me.
“I’ll go put our name down. Get ready. I’ll be back soon,” he says.
It was already 6pm and a lot of restaurants in town had long waitlists in the summer, even on weekdays like today. Most places didn’t take reservations. Of course, if we went to one of Tina’s restaurants she’d move us to the top of the list, at a cost. She’d want details and I’d feel watched the whole time we were there. I’m not ready for that yet.
15 minutes later my phone dinged.
“Restaurant says 1 hour. Can you be ready in 40 minutes? We’re supposed to wait at the restaurant.”
“I can be ready in 20. We can go wait.”
After a short wait on the bench out the front of the Dobbin House Tavern. We were seated inside
