It was a lovely summer afternoon, and I was having a late lunch with two friends of mine, Bill and Amy. It could have been nicer, it could have been just me and Amy, but this was good too. We were finishing up our meal, and Bill went in to the kitchen for a minute.
It began as a note that arrived on Monday. Steve was coming for a few days. He was accepting the open invitation my husband offered him last time we saw him. My husband, David, and I liked Steve but he tended to drink a bit much for our liking. David and I are involved regularly