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  “Uh, no,” Cal said. “I’m the old man. It’s my company.”

  Min stopped patting and glared at George. “I wonder what the statistics are on the number of daughters who return home to visit after their guests are harassed by their fathers.”

  “You inherited it?” George said.

  “I started it,” Cal said.

  “I’m guessing they’re pretty low,” Min said.

  “But your old man bankrolled you,” George said.

  “No, he didn’t,” Cal said. “He wanted me to go into his business, so I went outside the family for capital.”

  “For crying out loud, Dad, that’s enough,” Min said, taking her hand away from Cal’s back. “Let’s talk about something else. I got a cat.”

  “So it’s a start-up,” George said. “Thirty-three percent of start-ups fail in the first four years.”

  “It’s sort of a mutant cat,” Min said.

  “It was a start-up ten years ago,” Cal said to George. “It’s up.”

  “It annoys all my friends,” Min said. “I’m thinking of calling it George.”

  “Minerva,” Nanette said. “Not your loud voice.”

  “Bread?” Min said, shoving the basket under Cal’s nose.

  “Yes, thank you.” Cal took a roll and handed her the basket back. She took one, too, and her mother spoke again.

  “Min.”

  “Right,” Min said and put the roll back.

  “So you own your own business,” George said, skepticism heavy in his voice.

  “Yes.” Cal frowned down at Min. “Why can’t you have a roll?”

  “I told you, I have this dress I have to fit into,” Min said. “It’s all right. I can eat bread again in July.”

  “Min is Diana’s maid of honor next weekend,” Nanette said. “We don’t want her to get too big for the dress.”

  “I’m already too big for the dress,” Min said.

  “You should come,” Diana said to Cal, leaning across the table. She hadn’t touched the bread, the butter, or her beef, Cal noticed. Her water glass was getting quite a workout, though. “To the wedding. And the rehearsal dinner. Min needs a date.”

  Before Cal could answer, George said, “Who are some of your clients?,” and Nanette said, “How long have you and Min been dating?,” and Min tugged on his sleeve. When he looked down at her, she said, “Do you have family?”

  “Yes,” Cal said, trying to sound noncommittal about it.

  “Are they this awful?” Min said.

  “Minerva,” Nanette said, warning in her voice.

  “Well, they do let me eat bread,” Cal said, keeping an eye on Nanette. “Other than that, pretty much.”

  “I beg your pardon?” George said.

  “Look, I don’t mind you grilling me about what I do for a living,” Cal said. “Your daughter’s brought me home and that has some significance. And I don’t mind your wife asking about my personal life for the same reason. But Min is an amazing woman, and so far during this meal, you’ve either ignored her or hassled her about some dumb dress. For the record, she is not too big for the dress. The dress is too small for her. She’s perfect.” Cal buttered a roll and passed it over to Min. “Eat.”

  Min blinked at him and took the roll.

  Cal looked past her to her mother. “I’ve never been married. I’ve never been engaged. My last relationship ended about two months ago. I met your daughter three weeks ago.” He turned back to Min’s father. “The business is in the black and has been for some time. I can give you references if you’d like to check. Should things between Min and me ever grow serious, I can support her.”

  “Hey, I can support me,” Min said, still holding her roll.

  “I know,” Cal said. “Your dad wants to know that I can. Eat.” Min bit into the roll, and he looked around the table. “Anything else anybody wants to know?”

  Diana held up her hand.

  “Yes?” Cal said.

  “Are you Min’s date for the wedding?”

  Min tried to swallow the bite she’d just taken.

  “She hasn’t asked me.” Cal looked down at Min. “Want to go to your sister’s wedding with me?”

  Min choked on her roll and he pounded her on the back.

  “Of course she wants to go with you,” Nanette said, smiling for the first time. “We’d be delighted to have you. The rehearsal dinner, too.”

  “Good,” Cal said, feeling progress had been made as Min gasped for air.

  “This wine is excellent,” George said to him.

  “Thank—uh, thanks to Greg,” Cal said. “Knows his wine.”

  “Uh huh,” George said, looking at Greg, who smiled back at him feebly.

  “You have a cat?” Nanette said to Min, and the evening rolled on while she harangued Min about cat diseases, and George asked questions about the seminar business, and Greg glowered, and Diana smiled, and Cal’s head pounded. He’d had worse evenings, but not many.

  Then Min smiled up at him and said, “I’m sorry” so softly he almost missed it. He said, “For what? I’m having a great time,” and felt better about everything.

  After dessert, which only the men ate, Min dragged Diana into the hall. “Are you out of your mind?” she whispered. “Why in the name of God did you ask that man to the wedding?”

  “Why not?” Diana said. “You needed a date. He’s darling. I don’t see a problem.”

  “That’s because you don’t know our history,” Min said.

  “Well, at least you have a date now,” Diana said. “I think it was a pretty good idea.”

  Min stabbed her finger at her. “Don’t do anything like that again. Ever. Ever.”

  “Okay,” Diana said. “But you’ve still got a really hot date.”

  Her really hot date came out in the hall, said a pleasant good-bye to her parents, walked her down the front steps, handed her into his car, got in the driver’s side, reached over and pulled the combs out of her hair.

  “These are ugly, Minnie,” he said, and threw them out his car window into the street.

  “I know,” she said, trying not to feel rescued. “Thank you.”

  The next day, Min dressed very carefully for her dinner with the Morriseys, pulling out her plain black dress again, polishing her black flats, and trying to make her hair lie down. Things didn’t get better when Nanette called.

  “Darling, your Calvin is lovely,” Nanette said.

  “Thank you, Mother,” Min said, bracing herself for whatever was coming next.

  “And Daddy checked his financials and he’s very solvent,” Nanette went on.

  “He checked on a Saturday night?” Min said. “How?”

  “You know your father,” Nanette said in a tone that said she wished she didn’t. “And your Calvin seems very taken with you. That was very sweet, the thing with the bread and butter. You won’t eat it again, of course, but still . . .”

  “A man who will feed you is a good thing,” Min agreed.

  “So don’t ruin this one,” Nanette said. “I was upset about you losing David, but that’s all right now. Just don’t lose Calvin, too.”

  “Mother, I don’t want him,” Min lied.

  “Of course you want him,” Nanette said. “You’ll have beautiful children.”

  “I don’t want those, either,” Min said. “New subject. I’m thinking about quitting my job to become a cook.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, dear,” Nanette said. “You around food? You’d blow up like a balloon.”

  “Thank you, Mother,” Min said. “I’m going to go now.”

  “Go where?”

  “I’m having dinner with Cal’s parents.”

  “That’s nice. Who are they?”

  “Jefferson and Lynne Morrisey. I don’t know—”

  “You’re having dinner with Lynne Morrisey?”

  “Yes,” Min said. “Because she gave birth to my date, otherwise, I wouldn’t be.”

  “Min,” her mother said, her voic