We were sitting in a tight, busy little Asian restaurant in Seapoint yesterday evening. My daughter and her friend had received a bonus from their market job and were treating their mothers—and their friend who is like a daughter to both of us and a sister to them—to dinner.
I asked the younger contingent what they were doing after and they said, ‘Maybe…
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