Everything is delicious, Mrs. Graves, Christopher said earnestly, using his napkin to swipe at a dribble of gravy in the corner of his mouth. I love a good pot roast.
Oh, its nothing special, the woman protested, suppressing a pleased smile. And I keep reminding you, please call me Teresa.
Christophers smile was self-deprecating. Teresa, he nodded. And thank you again for having me here.
Across the table in the family dining room, Anna watched Ross, who appeared lighter than hed seemed in as long as she could remember. Harboring his secret alone had taken a toll, and it was good to see him looking open and free.
Her parents really seemed to like Christopher, too, as shed known they would. Whats not to like? Hes smart, handsome, charming, and hes a doctor. Thats a jackpot in any parents book.
Well, its good to have you, young man, Tom responded as he slightly pushed back from the table. Mothers pot roast is the best in town, I always say.