(Clara)
The conversation should have ended there.
It didn’t.
My father had returned to his food while I sat across from him pretending to focus on mine, but neither of us seemed particularly interested in eating anymore.
His comment about love continued lingering in my mind.
Mostly because it was so unlike him.
Dr. Henry Stone believed in discipline, preparation and success.
Love rarely made the list.
The silence stretched between us as doctors and researchers filled the restaurant around us. Conversations drifted through the room from every direction while waiters moved between tables carrying trays of food.
Several people stopped to greet my father.
That wasn’t unusual.
It happened everywhere; Hospitals, conferences, airports, restaurants
Being one of the most respected cardi
