She arrived in navy—her chosen color when she wanted authority—and ordered wine before I even sat down.
“Well?” she said, tilting her head. “Is this meaningful news, Jonathan, or small talk?”
“I’m seeing someone.”
Her smile sharpened. “Tell me about her.”
“Her name is Anna. She’s a nurse. Works nights at a clinic near the hospital.”
I caught the flicker of approval in her eyes.
“Capable. Courageous. Good qualities for you,” she said. “Her family?”
“She has both parents. Her mother teaches, her father’s a doctor. They live out of state.”
“Excellent,” she said, clapping once.
“She’s also a single mother. Her son, Aaron, is seven.”
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