“As long as I was making one I thought I might as well make two. You never know when you’ll get unexpected company,” she answered innocently.
“You didn’t invite anyone over tonight, did you?”
“Of course not,” she answered quickly, then disappeared into the kitchen again.
When she returned, she carried the bun warmer and a large bowl of salad. “I think that’s about it,” she said, untying the apron from around her waist. “Shall we sit down?”
He held her chair for her, then after she was settled, took his own spot to her right. Before eating, she reached for his hand and covered it with hers. “I feel very blessed, Michael, to be able to celebrate another birthday with you, although you should be celebrating with someone young and pretty.”
“On this day, it wouldn’t seem right to spend it anywhere but here with you.” He lifted her hands to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “I owe you so much.”
“You don’t owe me, Michael. When love is given, it should be given freely, not with expectations of getting something in return. You’ve brought me such great joy….” she paused, as emotion choked her throat. She pulled her hand out of his and reached for the handkerchief in her pocket. “This is a happy occasion, not a sad one,” she said, dabbing at her eyes with the embroidered white linen cloth. “So no more of this schmaltz. Let’s have a nice dinner together and you can tell me what your day was like at the clinic.”
Michael did use his work as dinner conversation, knowing that Tessie loved animals as much as he did. If there was one person who understood his passion for his work, it was Tessie, and she’d always encouraged him to follow his dream of becoming a vet.
It was a nice way to spend one’s birthday and the way he’d spent all of his—or at least the ones he could remember. He’d arrived at the McFerrin home when he was only four. Tessie and her husband had been taking in foster children most of their married life. Shortly before Michael had arrived, they’d decided to put their efforts into doing other types of volunteer work.
But then a friend of Tessie’s had told her about Michael. Only four years old, he needed a place to stay while his mother waited for her trial to begin. As soon as Tessie had taken one look at him, she’d convinced Frank that they should take in one more foster child. When Michael’s mother had been sentenced to a long prison term, Frank agreed with Tessie that they would provide a home for him as long as it was necessary.
Little did anyone know that Michael’s birth mother would die of pneumonia while serving her sentence. When that happened, Tessie convinced Frank to adopt Michael, since there were no other living relatives. Michael had been a McFerrin for less than a year when Frank had a massive coronary and Tessie was left to raise him alone.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” she said, raising her wineglass in the air. “To another year of good health and happiness in your work.” She clinked her glass against his, then took a sip of the wine. “Now, when you’ve finished eating, I have a surprise for you.”
“You weren’t supposed to buy me a birthday present. I don’t need anything but your love,” he said, reaching across to squeeze her hand.
She smiled. “That’s very sweet of you to say, but I happen to disagree.”
He simply returned her smile and decided to graciously accept the shirt and tie she’d probably spent an afternoon finding for him. Only he soon discovered it wasn’t a gift of clothing that she’d purchased for him. When they’d finished eating, she handed him an envelope.
“Go ahead. Open it. It won’t bite,” she teased as he hesitated.
She had such an expectant look of joy on her face, he knew he couldn’t say another word but had to simply open the card and pretend to be thrilled. He guessed it contained a gift certificate to his favorite men’s clothing store.
It didn’t. Inside was an invitation to dinner. Michael glanced at Tessie, who was watching him for his reaction. “Dinner at eight on Saturday?”
She nodded excitedly.
“But with whom?”
“That’s the surprise,” Tessie told him with a gleeful glint in her eye.
“You’ve arranged for me to have dinner with someone,” he repeated the obvious.
“Seven people, actually,” she confessed.
Puzzled, he frowned, trying to figure out what she had planned. Then it hit him. It was probably dinner with seven of the Mums, the ladies his mother met with regularly on the pretext of discussing gardening, but he knew that they were more than a garden club. They were friends. Friends who wanted to help him celebrate his birthday.
A smile slowly spread across his face. “So you are giving me a party, after all,” he said in a knowing tone.
“Oh, no. It’s not a birthday party. It’s a dinner,” she corrected him.
“By any chance is it a dinner with some lovely ladies?” he asked with a sly smile.
“Yes, it is.” She regarded him cautiously. “Did one of the girls let the secret out of the bag? Louella promised me she wouldn’t say anything when she took Toby in for his shots.”
“Louella didn’t say anything,” he reassured her.
“Then how did you know?” Now she was the one looking totally confused.
He reached across the table to pat her hand. “I didn’t. I’m just a good guesser.”
She looked a bit apologetic as she said, “It’s not what you wanted, is it?”
“It’s a lovely surprise.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. I would be happy to have dinner with you and the Mums—provided you make sure they understand that it’s not a birthday party.”
Her brows drew close together. “The Mums?”
“Yes. You said seven ladies. They are the ones you’ve arranged for me to take to dinner, right?”
She gasped. “Oh, no. I wouldn’t give you the Mums for your birthday.” Then she began to laugh and, by the time her laughter was over, she had to remove her glasses and dab at her eyes with her handkerchief.
“What’s so funny about the Mums wanting to have dinner with me?” he demanded.
“That’s not what’s so funny,” she told him. As if it was too much for her, she reached for her water glass. “It’s just that…well, they know about your birthday present and when they hear that you read the invitation and thought it was them…” Again she giggled.
“Just what is my birthday present?” he asked.
“Maybe you should finish reading your invitation.” She reached over and tapped the embossed paper with her fingernail. “You didn’t open it. You just read the front.”
Michael picked it up and flipped it open. Inside was a note that read, “Happy Birthday, Michael. I hope you appreciate the gift your mother has given you and will join us for dinner at eight.” It was signed by a woman named Claudia Dixon, Director.
Puzzled, he asked, “Director of what?”
“Dinner Date. She’s a wonderful woman. So warm and sincere. Doing business with her was a real joy.”
Uneasiness rumbled inside him. “Business? What kind of business?”
“Arranging dinners for people.”
“Then this…” He glanced at the invitation again and saw the small logo at the bottom. “This