“Would you . . .” Noah’s eyes meet mine and hold them. “Never mind.” “What?” “I was going to ask if you’d like to meet my mother. I think she’d like you, and, to be honest, I could use a friend there with me. If not, I understand, you’ve already taken so much time today—” “I’d love to,” I say. I’m flattered that he thinks his mother would like me, and that he wants me there. “Really?” He smiles. “It wouldn’t take long. I’d get you back to Union Station for a later train. I don’t know how she’ll be today, of course. Some days are better than others.” “Yes,” I tell Noah. “I’d be honored.”
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