Chapter 11

“Yes, Ma’am,” responded Steve. “My mother made sure that I was exposed to arts and culture. She said that she didn’t want me to be social moron when I went out into the world on my own.”

“She was exactly right, Steve. My goodness, you’re strong! I hope you have good stamina. This song lasts for seven minutes. That’s why I requested it. That means it cost me less than $100 per minute,” laughed Mrs. Davis. “If you should ever break up with your girlfriend, I could offer you a very good position with my company, if you understand my meaning, Steve. Somehow, you seem like the type that would be a very loyal friend, so I won’t even suggest that anything ever come between you and your lady. I just want you to know you have options if your romance goes south. Oh, it seems that my song has ended already. That was a very fast seven minutes!”

Steve bowed and thanked Mrs. Davis and returned to his table. This time there were friendly jibes and smirks tossed his way. Gwen was seated