WENDELL
He hated everyone who had ever told him that love put a spring in people"s steps, but only because they were right. Maybe it was too soon for him to be thinking about love, but the conversation he"d had the night before with Effie had spoken to him in ways he"d never experienced with anyone before. If he"d been on the fence about what Cora meant to him, then this would certainly have sorted it out. She was nothing more than a mistake he made twenty years ago. He felt bad for her at times. She was a nice enough person if he ignored the odd obsession.
"Good afternoon, sir. Is it a table for one?" the maitre d" asked.
Wendell shook his head. "I"m meeting a friend." He spotted Jim already at a table and waved his greeting.
"Excellent. Do you have a jacket you"d like me to check?"
