I also arranged to have a corsage of red rosebuds and babies’ breath be at the table. Sophe loved red roses.
We dressed up, kissed our son goodnight, and made sure Jill had the phone number of the restaurant. The numbers for my mother, for Sophe’s mother, for my brother Jake, for Sophe’s brother Tony, and for the pediatrician, as well as Poison Control and the local ambulance service were already by the telephone.
It was a cold evening, and I ran the engine to let the inside of the car warm up. It was toasty warm when we got in. Sophe buckled her seat belt and turned on the radio, and we listened to the FM station that played songs we’d grown up with.
The meeting with Alice Wainwright went smoothly. Both women took an immediate liking to each other, and Mrs. Wainwright accepted the job.
