“Right,” she said. “I forgot about those fondue places, since I’d never eaten at one. I don’t think there were any out where I lived, though. My area was pretty working-class.”
He was quiet then for a moment, watching her as she lifted her wine glass to her lips and took another sip. “Was it very difficult for you?”
“Not having fondue?”
“That is not what I meant.”
Deirdre set down her glass and considered his question. She’d known exactly what he was asking. “I don’t know. It was probably harder on my brother, since he was older. He got stuck watching me after school or during vacations — my mother couldn’t really afford to pay someone to babysit. She was the one it was hardest for, though. She worked fifty, sixty hours a week sometimes. I didn’t get to see her very much. About all I c
