" cracked a grin. Evidently, I wasn’t the only one with a penchant for childhood trivia. Why shouldn’t I have a barbecue with him? Barton’s was hardly a “date” restaurant—we’d be lucky to get a booth. Besides, he was the talkative type, and I had always suspected that my mother’s news of Wharton was filtered for my benefit. A fresh perspective could prove interesting. “Okay. "
― Edie Claire , Long Time Coming