I now had an official reason to meet with Maxie. To sit near him, talk to him, even go out with him.
Nothing would happen, of course. There would be no romance. But for the first, he and I were together. Alone, together.
We met at my house, at various restaurants, bakeries, and various places where decorations were sold.
He trusted me implicitly.
I would have spent the rest of my life meeting him for lunch or coffee running to one venue or another.
But, there came the point when the work was done. Everything was completed.
Jenny’s Birthday was A Go.