He had come across like a creep.
When the man in black stood up, Sean peered at the cover of the book he held. Below the title, Turn the Tables, was an artist’s rendition of the famous Cleansing of the Temple narrative where Jesus had overturned the tables of the money changers in the synagogue. Sean shook his head.
In her trips in and out of the backroom over the next hour or so, Jessica didn’t make eye contact with Sean. Not once. If she had, he would have signaled her over and settled the misunderstanding. He wasn’t sure himself why it was so important that he set the record straight. The old Sean Coleman wouldn’t have cared about offending anyone or saying something unpopular. The old Sean Coleman would have blown off her attitude. Today’s Sean Coleman cared.
Maybe it had something
