“He wasn’t one of those tiresome people who request something to eat and then, when it is placed before them, complete with a linen tray cloth and a chrysanthemum in a bud vase, announce that they are too tired to take even a bite. Daddy hopped all over those eggs Benedict, the steaming stack of al dente asparagus, and the accompanying rasher of crisply, curling bacon. Freddy, having been stuck with the cheese-and-tomato sandwiches, leaned over him to inhale every last whiff. But he was on suffi...ciently good behavior to refrain from mentioning more than once that he felt like Little Orphan Annie. I waited to tell Daddy about the telephone message until he had mopped up the last smears of egg yolk and Ben had removed the tray to a safe distance. I was afraid he would go into a swoon that would flatten the sofa into a stretcher. But he was surprisingly heroic in contemplating his final parting from Harriet. He did sigh gustily and buried his face for a moment in his linen napkin, but he forbore staging a scene out of one of Mrs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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