Walking into Boneta was an interesting experience. From the valets to the maître d’, everyone looked at me with surprise.
“Good afternoon, Mister Wilson,” the maître d’ greeted Wesley. Then he looked at me and hesitated.
“Donald, this is Ms. Fox’s sister, Alison Burke,” Wesley introduced me.
“Ms. Burke, please accept our condolences for your loss. Ms. Fox will truly be missed.”
I managed a small smile and nodded to him. “Thank you.”
“Would you like your usual table, Mister Wilson?”
“That would be fine.” Wesley nodded.
The maître d’ led us to a table beside a window at the far end of the restaurant where we wouldn’t be disturbed by foot traffic. I stopped and looked around. It was a beautiful restaurant and the view out the window was spectacular.
“What can we get you to drink, Ms.
