“And I taught Madison to do the same.”
She looked at me.
“I failed you because I didn’t see you.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
“I don’t know if I can fix that.”
“I don’t know either.”
“Would you let me try?”
I looked at her.
“I’ll think about it.”
She nodded.
Then she glanced toward Daniel.
“He isn’t what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
She gave a tired little smile.
“I expected to dislike him.”
Then she paused.
“After I realized who he was, I expected to be ashamed that I had disliked him.”
“And now?”
“Now I don’t know what I think.”
“Then start with the person.”
She looked at me.
“Not the account.”
“That’s difficult for me.”
“I know.”
I glanced toward Daniel.
“That’s the work.”
Daniel and I drove back through the Connecticut countryside later that night.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
The quiet between us was comfortable.
Eventually, I said,
“I’m sorry about the table.”
Daniel kept his eyes on the road.
“I sat at the table with you.”
“You shouldn’t have had to.”
“I wanted to.”
I looked out the window.
After a moment, he said,
“The table was actually the best part of the evening.”
“Beside the catering bins?”
“The company was excellent.”
I smiled.
“Everything else,” he added, “was just information.”
I knew exactly what he meant.
Then he asked,
“Are you going to have dinner with your mother?”
“Eventually, I think.”
“What changed?”
“She admitted she didn’t know whether our relationship could be repaired.”
Daniel waited.
“People who are still performing certainty don’t usually admit they don’t know.”
He nodded.
“That’s true.”
“And Madison might be okay too.”
“If she decides to be?”
“Exactly.”
I told him about her admitting she truly loved Preston.
“That sounds promising.”
“It does.”
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