to, but it’s your fault if I do. You and Janet were always pestering me.”
“They were just doing their jobs. That’s what all children are supposed to do for the oldest. Make his life hell.” Alex grinned at David.
Susan laughed. Then, as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot, she asked, “What kind of car does Pete drive?”
David stiffened. “Are you so shallow that you have to know what a man drives before you decide if he’s worth your time?”
“No! I just wondered if he was here already.”
Her hurt tones reminded David that this was Susan, not Janet. “Sorry, honey. I must’ve gotten you confused with our sister.”
“Oh, all right, I forgive you. So do you see his car?”
“Yes, I do. I bet he’s inside waiting for us.”
When he stopped the car, Susan was the first out. She smoothed down her hair and drew a deep breath. Alex stepped to her side. “You’ll do fine, Suse.”
Susan gave her a shy smile. “I hope so.”
“Here we go,” David said, stepping between the two ladies. He took each of their hands and moved toward the door of the restaurant. In the darkened interior, Pete was sitting on a bench, awaiting their arrival. He popped to his feet as they entered.
“Hi, Pete. You beat us here,” David said, extending his hand to his friend. “You remember Alex, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course, Alex, it’s good to see you again,” he said politely. Then he swung his gaze to Susan and his face lit up. “Hi, Susan.”
“Hi, Pete,” Susan said with the same enthusiasm.
David exchanged a look with Alex. Then he took her hand and followed the hostess to a booth for four. Standing back, he watched her slide gracefully into the booth.
Then he remembered to say, “I hope a booth is okay with you, Pete.”
Pete, in the process of following Susan into the booth, said, “Oh, um, yeah, it’s great.”
Which seemed to describe the rest of the evening from Pete and Susan’s point of view. They gazed into each other’s eyes most of the evening, scarcely acknowledging David and Alex.
“Do you think they even know we’re here?” Alex whispered to David at one point.
“Yeah, but I don’t think they care,” he replied.
“But how can Susan work for Pete? They’ll never get anything done.”
David murmured, “It’s my job to make sure they do.”
Out loud, Alex said, “My steak is really good. How about yours, David?”
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