"Spare the commentary, okay? Just stick to the question."
"Excuse me, counselor. The honest answer is it's nonexistent, which you
surely must know, since I'm here every night till midnight just as you
are." She examined me pointedly. "Matthew, could this conceivably be
construed as a proposition? To a horny, bone-tired woman in her moment
of mental fatigue?"
"It might be a tentative gesture in that direction. I'm a slow mover."
"You always were." She finished buttoning her coat. "What time's
dinner?"
"I'll pick up Amy and buzz you. Give us an hour."
"Think she'll like me? Some stranger competing for Dad's attention?"
"If she does, it'll be a first." I pushed the down button on the
elevator.
Guess what. Matthew Walton barely got a word in edgewise the entire
night. Then around eleven, in the cab headed home, Amy whispered to me
she thought Dr. Richardson was "kinda neat." Was she gonna be my new
girlfriend?
Tell you, it's not always simple learning to be a father.