The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
Beatrice suddenly looked much smaller than she had ever looked to me.
“I had made such a tangle of it that I no longer knew how to approach you without making it worse.”
“So you did nothing.”
“For several weeks, yes.”
“And after that?” I asked.
“Your father told me to stay out of it.”
My head came up.
“He ordered you out of it?”