Lower Queen Anne

I couldn't remember Daniel mentioning any client dinner for last night.

In fact, he'd said he'd been at a Founders' dinner across town, some Mediterranean taproom in Lower Queen Anne.

I typed out three different responses, each more casual than the last, ended up deleting them all.

Lauren didn't know she'd just thrown a grenade into my night, or maybe she did.

It doesn't matter where.

Like where we lived in Lower Queen Anne.

Yep, that one was two.

It was two.