“Meg, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I don’t know your last name.”
“My surname is Blanchet, but before that I was plain Meg O’Connor, so Meg is fine.”
“I wanted to tell you Meg, that your breakfast looks wonderful, but I don’t know if I can eat it all.” Sean said looking at the sheer amount of food on the table.
“You need some good red meat, so oblige me by starting with the steak. The doctor said you need to build up your strength.”
“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” Armand poured himself another cup of French roast.
“Not at all, there isn’t really much to tell…”
“Where are you from?”
“A small borough on the Bayshore of New Jersey, Keansburg. My father is a police officer, my mother deceased. Although I just found out in August that the man I thought to be my father
