“She was showing me paint swatches for a commercial office redesign.

We don’t talk about business at the dinner table.”

Leo pulled his rabbit higher against his yellow cotton shirt, burying his small chin in its faded gray fur.

“Did she have short blonde hair?” I asked, setting the gravy boat down on the trivet.

Julian picked up his fork again, his fingers tightening around the handle until his knuckles went pale.

“Eat your dinner, Audrey,” he said.