“He moved it to tomorrow. Six guests. Premium ribeye.”
He set the mug down slowly. “Meghan, I’ll talk to him. I really will.”
“You’ve said that for four years.”
“Four years, Mark. Do you know what I’ve spent on these weekends? I ran the numbers last night — it’s over $8,000 this year alone.”
He sank into a chair and buried his face in his
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