Chapter 41. The Lesser Evil

ASHLENE

Lyle was smiling as I walked toward him.

“Look who changed his mind,” he said and stood up. He pulled a chair from the nearby table and placed it between his and the other woman’s, who only smiled at me.

I sat down and let out a relieved sigh.

“What happened back there?” he asked, placing his intertwined hands on the table.

“Don’t ask.”

How hard is it to ask for one quiet evening out here? I just want to enjoy this event and look at how it starts.

Lyle introduced me to the two people at the table. One was Hillary Berdin, a newly-passed lawyer from Bruner University who was now hunting for a law firm. The other man was a corporate lawyer who happened to know my dad, Jack Kinston.

After asking for his phone number, I didn’t talk to him again. You know, avoiding more condolences if I had to.

“Hey, look… I think it’s starting,” said Lyle, and the three of us looked at the stage.

Indeed, two silhouettes could be seen asc