Even though she knew he was coming to dinner, her breath still caught in her throat when he walked through her kitchen door. Her intern had admitted to her a few days ago that his father was a "little bit famous." "I just wanted to ya know sort of warn you since you invited us over for dinner when he visits and well sometimes people get a little goofy about it," George had said while looking down at a line he kept tracing in the floor with his foot. Katherine smiled and asked whether his father was a right-wing radio host with a penchant for sensationalism and to her relief (you never know!) George sputtered while saying, "oh my God no." "So," said Katherine, "I imagine we'll be just fine. Dinner is at eight, I have your favorite fake meat burger and the rest of us will enjoy steak and salmon on the grill." And that was the end of it. Katherine wondered briefly around 7:00, as she set out some hummus and opened some wine, what "a little bit famous" meant. As the first of her students and their parents arrived, she was busy assuring proud moms and dads that their offspring really were every bit as spectacular as they themselves had always suspected. This was the best part of her job and it pushed any thoughts of Brad Pitt arriving, out of her mind. But then George stepped shyly into the kitchen followed by his father. And Katherine realized what George had meant.
TBC
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