After dinner, Marcus helped Sara in the kitchen. David overheard pieces of their conversation as he carried in plates and silverware: “Now, where did you meet my David?”
Marcus’s voice, low as a foghorn. “He worked on my thoroughbred farm. He was one of the January interns this year.”
Ears straining, David stood at the dining room table. What was his mother saying? Was she nosing around Marcus too much, too soon? He picked up the salad bowl with care. This would be an easy way to handle it, maybe if Marcus let it slip about no girlfriends. Then he felt foolish and cowardly.
“You know I always thought David would want to get out of animal care. All these years on the farm here, and 4-H through school.”
“Animals are what he loves. He’s great with them,” Marcus replied.
David moved back
