“She wants to see you,” his father told him two days ago.
“How did you get my telephone number?” He looked over at Keith, who could not meet his gaze.
“That’s not important. What matters is that she wants to see you one last time, son.” His father spoke softly and deliberately.
He considered how long it had been since he last heard one of his parents call him “son.”
“Dad, I appreciate your calling and letting me know. But I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“Bring Keith with you. If you’d like.”
So that’s how his father got their telephone number. He should have known that Keith had interceded.
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As always, Dennis knew exactly what she needed and provided it. As she stood on the deck of the little cottage at the top of the walkway leading to the shore, she marveled at how well he understood her. Leave it to Dennis to arrange for them to enjoy an end-of-summer vacation on the coast. The cottage was charming — just right for the three of them. It was located a scant mile or so outside a quaint village that tourists had yet to discover. Dennis learned about it from a colleague who rented the same cottage a couple of summers earlier. The little town was per se Americana, complete with a Labor Day fireworks display heralding the end of the summer season.
“It’s absolutely perfect,” she sighed, as Dennis walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.
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