The real meaning behind Mr. Gibson’s words? He was basically asking his father to beg Justin for another chance.
Mr. Gibson Sr. sat rigid in his chair, his cane resting against his leg, his expression dark.
Go plead with Justin?
A man of his stature—two generations older—stooping to ask a kid for favors?
It would be one thing if it worked. But if Justin shut him down, the humiliation would be unbearable. His reputation, his dignity—gone.
Mrs. Gibson, suddenly perked up, a thought crossing her mind. “Wait a minute… the bride today—what was her name? Helen?” She furrowed her brows, thinking back to the wedding.
Wasn’t she one of Xena’s college classmates?
Mrs. Gibson’s eyes lit up. “Xena, why don’t you reach out to her? Invite her to dinner, tell her you want to congratulate her on the wedding. You can turn it into a small class reunion.”
She paused, then added, “I’ll cover the bill.”
Every head in the room snapped toward Xena in surprise. No one had expected her to have any co
