“Shall we talk through what’s worrying you?” he asks, patient as a saint. “People.” “The Gold family, or the staff at the restaurant?” “Both.” “Because you’ll need to talk to them?” I nod. “The Gold family invited you,” Dad says. “They’ve spent an evening with you before, and they enjoyed your company. They’ve invited you to share an evening with them again. Because they know they will enjoy your company again. And why wouldn’t they? You are a sweet, kind, interesting girl.”
