Michelle nods in approval, while Dylan smiles approvingly. For a moment, I imagined that evening at my house, Susy helping me with the preparations, moving among the tables, attentive to the details, smiling as only she knew how.
Like the perfect hostess. The image is so vivid that I can almost feel the warm atmosphere of that gathering that hasn't happened yet.
"We would be very pleased to join you," Michelle responds kindly. "And we hope your absence is brief."
The conversation then turns to business. They talk about projects, new alliances, the promising future they envision with this cooperation. At some point, the topic of my pending commitments with Michelle's ex-husband comes up, which causes her to smile somewhat tensely, uncomfortably, but she manages it with elegance.
I hold
