Carole sat on the piano bench beside her son Chris, a study in genetic diversity. She was petite, shapely, with green eyes and blond hair. He is tall, lanky, with blue eyes and black hair—a bobcat to a great heron. Chad, the lion in this menagerie, blond, built of a linebacker (he was), roared in and told Carole he had invited a couple to dinner. “Forty-five minutes is the warning I get?” “I called, you were on the phone, I texted, ignored, obviously. I bought steaks and warned them it was impromptu.” “Tell me about them. Who am I impressing? Or not.” “The woman I’m negotiating the law firm merger with and her husband. I had planned on Bavette’s Bar and Boeuf, but her husband is with her this time. So, trying to be gracious, I…” “Bought steaks.” Chad shrugged. “You forget, I’ve met this woman. Her name is Diane…
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