I didn’t tell Eleanor about the text at dinner.I sat across from her in the restaurant with the good chairs and ate and talked and listened to her describe her week in the city, the coffee shops she had found and the streets she had walked, and the specific strange pleasure of being in a place you used to know and finding it both familiar and completely new. I held the text in the back of my mind and didn’t bring it forward because dinner with my mother on a Friday evening, after the week we had both just had, was not the place for it.She noticed anyway.She noticed the way she noticed everything, quietly and without making a thing of it, and about halfway through the meal she looked at me over her wine glass and said, “Something happened after I texted you this afternoon,” and it wasn’t a question, so I didn’t insult her by treating it like one.“An unknown contact reached out,” I said. “About the name in the transactions. They said I don’t know the full story and Edmund doesn’t kn
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