“I can’t afford this,” she said.
“Neither could I. I just kept pretending I could.”
One by one, others asked the waiter to remove unopened bottles or cancel desserts.
Henry reached for his wallet. “I’ll pay for myself and your mother.”
“Your meals are my gift, Henry,” I said.
He paused, looking at me gently. “Because you want them to be?”
The question
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