He requested that the light around their booth be dimmed because of his ex-wife and ordered a salad for her while he got steak. Rose seethed inwardly; she could not believe Charles had gone ahead to order her food like she was not present and could not make decisions herself. Other people around their booth complained of the dim lights, which made her even angrier.
She was a shy woman, and she did not take kindly to being the center of attention. But in her anger, she lashed out at Charles and left him and Frank staring after her retreating form. “Women, am I right?,” Frank said with a knowing look.
“Tell me about it,” Charles replied, a sad smile on his face.
