Dinner

Charlie’s dining room table was large and opulent, like most of the other furnishings in his house. However, Meg had come to learn that his mother had chosen most of the décor, and when Charlie said he’d just as soon be surrounded by simpler things, Meg believed him. Nevertheless, seated next to him at the baroque revival dining table made her feel small and insignificant. Luckily, whenever he smiled at her, she felt like the most important person in the world.

“How was your day?” he asked as they sipped bowls of freshly made soup. Meg had learned that there would be at least four courses, sometimes as many as seven depending upon who was present, so she paced herself. “Did you do any shopping?”

“Not today,” Meg replied, setting her spoon aside to take a sip of water. She’d declined the wine she’d been offered. Drinking anything stronger than tea made her head ache. She was happy to have Charlie to hers