CHAPTER EIGHTEEN“A date? You have a date?”
“A very nice man at work asked me out for dinner. He’s divorced, he has a married son living in Bakersfield and a married daughter living in Portland and grandchildren, he lives alone and he owns his own home. I don’t know if you’d exactly call it a date, Hobart.”
“I don’t know, Mother. I mean…I don’t know.”
“I hope you’ll like him. I want you to be pleased.”
“Tell me.”
She sat on the sofa, he in an easy chair. Dinner was over, the cups and saucers were on the table.
“His name is Gordon Sloane. He’s in product development. He’s a very nice man. What else can I tell you?”
Lindsey sipped his coffee. “I just have to get used to this. You were, ah –“ How do you say this? You were crazy? He didn’t want to hurt her.
She said, “I know what you me
