Sharing my anxiety was enough to alleviate it for the time being, especially since there was nothing to be done but to savor each delectable dish set before us.
I worked through a mental checklist of potential causes: I hadn't finished my martini, so...
So I confessed: I could feel bad news coming in my gut, which, personal history has dictated, is rarely wrong.
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