George obviously didn’t know the intent behind our dinner. We were new acquaintances, who’d met through work. Maybe he thought our get-together at the restaurant was a business thing, except I wasn’t management and didn’t wine and dine anybody. What I wanted was to introduce George to my wife.

I liked him. He was smart and had a sense of humor, and he was the physical sort Becky preferred. Becky’s my wife. She worked at the restaurant where we were meeting up. Her specialties were — and still are — out-of-this-world desserts.

So, for most of the meal George and I were just two guys having dinner and joshing and talking about random topics. But every now and then I’d catch him looking at me a little uneasily.

When we were done with our entrées, I said,... Leer Más