<blockquote>“I’m going to do what I do every Christmas,” he told me. I thought I caught an odd note of determination in his voice. “I’m going to go to the best restaurant in whatever city I’m in, order the most expensive dinner on the menu, choose the best wine, and follow it all with the richest dessert they serve.”
This sounded more like a mission than dinner plans to me. “If you don’t mind,” I said after a moment of consideration, “I’ll pass.”
If he was disappointed, he was too proud to let me see it. He merely shrugged and said, “Suit yourself. The invitation stands.”</blockquote>
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