the rest of your party as soon as they arrive.â
Shpetim followed Lora down the long passageway to the big table at the back. Lora had made him call ahead special to reserve it. The table was right up against a window, but instead of looking out on the parking lot, like the other windows did, it looked out on grass and hills and trees. The Elms was the most expensive restaurant in Mattatuck. It was the only restaurant in Mattatuck that served what Lora called âreal American food.â By that, she seemed to mean steak and fries.
The hostess with the teeth held out a chair. Lora sat down in it. The hostess put the menus down. Then she said, âYour server will be with you shortly,â and disappeared.
Lora did not pretend to look at the menu. âOf course sheâs our future daughter-in-law,â she said. âSheâs Nderiâs choice. That isnât the way we did it in Albania, but weâre not in Albania anymore. And I asked around. Sheâs a very nice girl.â
âShe doesnât have any family,â Shpetim said.
âHer family was killed by MiloÅ¡evi Ä . Does it matter that they were Greek Orthodox? She will become Muslim for Nderi, thatâs enough.â
âI thought youâd have more of an objection,â Shpetim said.
To tell the truth, heâd thought she was going to have a screaming fit. Now here they were, in this expensive place. She wasnât even leaving the first meeting to chance at home.
Lora picked up her menu. âSee if you canât get me a Diet Coke,â she said. âSheâs a registered nurse, this Anya Haseri. Did you know that? A registered nurse. Thatâs a good job. It brings in good money. It teaches a woman things she needs to know as a mother. And you can go back and forth with it, to stay at home when your children are young. Also, it shows that sheâs intelligent, and ambitious. You have to care about these things.â
Shpetim did care about those things. He just also cared about other things. And then there was theâirregularity of it. There should have been a meeting of families. Now there were no families, or only their own, which might be worse. If one of the pair wasnât going to have a family, it ought to be the groom.
The waitress arrived. She had too many teeth, too. Maybe they only hired women who had too many teeth. Shpetim asked for a Diet Coke for Lora and a mineral water for himself. Muslims were not supposed to drink, but he did have a beer now and then, sometimes with Nderi, usually after work. He couldnât do that now.
âThen thereâs this other thing,â he said. âThis thing with the police. Maybe this isnât the best time to plan a wedding.â
Lora put the menu down and gave him what he thought of as âOne of Those Looks.â âWhat would make it not the best time?â she demanded.
Shpetim took a deep breath. âThe thing,â he said. âWith the police. Because we found that. That thing.â
âThe skeleton of the baby.â
âLora,â Shpetim said. âSomebody will hear you.â
âWell, I donât see that it matters if they do,â Lora said. âEverybody knows all about it. Itâs on the television stations. Theyâre bringing that man here, that man we saw on American Justice. Thatâs his problem. It isnât ours.â
The waitress came back with the drinks. Shpetim wanted to look at his watch. How long were Nderi and Anya going to take?
âItâs not that simple,â he said.
âShpetim, please, itâs just that simple,â Lora said. âWhat would make it complicated?â
Shpetim thought he really should have ordered a beer, no matter how bad it would look in front of Anya. He wished he had the nature to overthrow the ban entirely and have a whiskey. He looked at the back of his hand on the table. It looked old.
âIt was an old skeleton,â
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