“If you don’t drop any on your dress,” I said.

She giggled and skipped off toward the music, her yellow ruffles bouncing, and I watched her go, and I made sure she was well out of earshot and happily launched into the crowd of dancers before I turned back to the man now standing at the edge of my table.

I would give him a conversation.

I would not give him one syllable of it within my daughter’s hearing.

Chapter 13 — Jessica