He cleared his throat at the end of it and sat down fast.

I set the tray on the cloth and slid the serving spoon in beside the bird.

Julian pulled my chair out.

“You look nice tonight,” he said.

“Thank you.” I put the small black speaker beside my plate, half under a napkin, and moved the salt cellar so the napkin looked natural.

Evelyn leaned toward me with the potatoes.

“Julian says you’ve been tired.”

“I’m up twice a night.”