At the time, I had smiled and assumed she was being old-fashioned. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I realized she had not been making an assumption. She had been repeating a story.
I called her.
She answered on the fourth ring, her voice thick with sleep.
“I need to ask you something.”
“Sarah? Is everything okay?”
“I need to ask you something,” I said. “And I need you to answer honestly.”
Silence.
Then, “All right.”
I told her what David had said at dinner. I repeated his words exactly. When I finished, she said nothing for so long that I thought the call had dropped.