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“I suspect she thought I’d be so dazzled by expensive jewelry, that I’d start dropping hints to Christopher about proposals.”
“Instead, she discovered you were already known and respected there,” Joseph observed. That clearly wasn’t in her script. No, I agreed as our wine arrived.
To independent identities, then. As we clinked glasses, I felt an unexpected flutter of connection. There was something liberating about sharing a meal with someone who had no preconceptions about me.
No shared history to navigate. No family dynamics to consider. Just two adults enjoying each other’s company.
I should warn you, I said after our first course arrived. I may need to call my son after dinner. Given Madison’s temperament, I suspect she’s already crafting a version of today’s events that paints her as the victim.
Joseph nodded thoughtfully. Family dynamics are always complicated. Do you and your son have a close relationship?
We do, though it’s been tested since he moved back home last year after his startup collapsed. I hesitated, then decided on honesty. Christopher is brilliant, but struggles with follow-through.
Madison is his third relationship this year and easily the most determined. And his father’s involvement, minimal by his choice. The divorce was 15 years ago and Edward’s new family in Seattle occupies most of his attention.
Joseph absorbed this without judgment. And your other children? You mentioned just the one son earlier.
My daughters, Emma and Sophia, live on opposite coasts. Emma’s a pediatrician in Boston. Sophia works in environmental law in San Francisco.
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