7
The lunch hour arrived and Maggie hurried to a corner of downtown. Her father was already therewhen she arrived, out of breath along with time.
He smiled down at her as she placed her hands on her knees and gasped for air. “Getting old?” he teased.
She straightened and smiled at him. “You’ll always be ahead of me.”
He winced. “Touche. Now let’s go get some grub, I’m starved.”
Robert offered his daughter his arm and led her down the street. Their destination was a nice little bistro near the corner. Maggie tried to turn into the sunken entrance, but her father tugged on her arm.
He smiled and jerked his head down the street. “Not there, this way.”
She blinked at him. “But you said-”
“I know what I said, now come on.” He led her further down the street where the restauran
