Japheth
I tugged at my collar with one hand while I gripped the steering wheel with the other. For Regina, I had pulled a light green dress shirt out of the back of my closet. I’d even attempted to run an iron over the wrinkles.
I wanted to pick her up and drive her to the restaurant, but Regina had refused, saying she would be driving with the author. I was to meet her at Churchill’s restaurant at 12:30.
It was impossible to miss the restaurant, as a big red macaw parrot adorned the sign. The surf and turf restaurant did good business during the ski season, but with all the ski resorts shutting down for the Spring, the gravel parking lot was almost deserted. I spotted Regina’s car parked next to a shiny red sport’s car. I pulled in on the other side and checked my watch.
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