“What’s happening tonight?”
“She’s learning humility.”
Mom grinned. “Can I come?”
“Doctor’s orders say rest.”
“Doctors ruin everything.”
She’s learning humility.
***
By five, I was at Beatrice’s restaurant, where Walter had authorized me to coordinate the charity activities.
Daniel, the manager, met us near the kitchen.
“Beatrice ordered champagne towers and imported desserts,” he said.
“And the charity contribution?”
“A percentage of tonight’s proceeds.”
Doctors ruin everything.
I turned to Walter. “Seriously?”
He sighed. “Daniel, can your kitchen prepare two hundred meals with extra staff?”
“Absolutely.”
“We’ll pack grocery boxes too.”
Walter covered the supplies and transportation.
A percentage of tonight’s proceeds.
“One more thing,” I told him. “Introduce me to your biggest donors. I want to fund something beyond tonight.”
He smiled. “I know just the people.”
I called Margaret personally.
