When I returned to the office, Frederick handed me a bouquet of fresh flowers.

“Congratulations on starting your classes, Bailee.”

“Thank you, Frederick.” I took the flowers with a smile.

Today was my first formal class, and with Frederick’s help in reviewing and preparing, it went smoothly.

“Shouldn’t we celebrate?”

“I’ll treat you to dinner.”

I had long intended to treat Frederick. He had helped with my father’s affairs and had driven me home from the cemetery the other day, even assisting with my lesson preparation. A single meal hardly seemed enough.

Frederick considered for a moment and nodded. “Sure, let’s go to the Mexican restaurant. There’s a chef there...