She forgot to tell the others about him until just before dinner. It was six o’clock, and she had told Tom to come at seven. She had made spaghetti and meatballs and a big green salad. And they were going to have cookies and ice cream for dessert, just the way they had on Sunday nights when they were kids.

Liz was sitting on the couch, talking to Katie, trying to convince her to quit the tattoo parlor and go back to school, and Paul was reading a magazine while the two women talked. Lizzie was saying the same things to Kate that he had said to Kate himself, to no avail. He thought she should go back to school. And all heads turned, including Paul’s, when Annie announced casually that there was a man coming to dinner.

“What man?” Liz asked with a look of astonishment.

“Just someone I met recently.” Annie looked benign and unaffected as she said it and sat down in the living room with them. Ted hadn’t arrived yet. Nor had Tom.

“You mean like a blind date?” Liz persisted.

“No. He broke his arm when I sprained my ankle. We spent four hours in the waiting room at the ER. It’s not a big deal. We’ve had lunch a couple of times.” Annie looked like she was telling them she had decided to make hamburgers instead of meatballs, as though it were of no consequence whatsoever, and she didn’t think it was. She had been telling herself that since they met.

“Wait a minute.” Liz looked at her as if a comet had just landed in their living room. “You had lunch with this guy twice, and spent four hours in the ER with him, and you didn’t tell us?”

“Why should I tell you, for heaven’s sake? It’s not like we’re dating. He invited me out to dinner, but I invited him here instead. I wanted him to meet all of you.”

“Annie”—Liz stared at her from where she sat—“you haven’t had a date since the Stone Age, and you act like this means nothing.”

“It doesn’t mean anything. We’re just friends,” she said casually.

“Who is he?” Kate asked, as surprised as her sister was by Annie’s announcement.

“He works in TV. He’s divorced, has no kids, and seems like a nice person. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Katie and Liz both insisted, and Paul was interested now too. They were discussing it heatedly when Ted walked in. He had told Pattie he had to go home for dinner and had left even when she had a fit. He wasn’t going to let her keep him from his aunt and sisters. Although he knew he would pay for it later, dinner with them was worth it, and he was trying to take Annie’s advice and take a little more space from Pattie. And she didn’t like it at all.

“What are you all so excited about?” Ted asked as he dropped his coat on the chair in the hall and walked in. He couldn’t get the gist of the conversation, but they all sounded animated about something.

“Annie invited a man to dinner tonight. She’s had lunch with him twice, and they met when she sprained her ankle.” Liz summed it up for him, and he grinned.

“That’s interesting.” Ted and Paul exchanged a look. This sounded like girl talk to them. “Are you serious about him?” he asked Annie, and she shook her head.

“I hardly know him. I’ve only seen him three times in my life. He’ll probably want to date Liz, although he’s too old for her.” She tried not to look at Ted as she said it. It wasn’t a dig, but it was true. She had told both Liz and Katie about Pattie, and they were worried too. Liz said she sounded like a nutcase. Kate thought it was worth going out with her to get an A in her course. Annie didn’t agree.

“How old is he?” Ted asked her.

“A few years older than I am.” She had heard him give his age in the hospital. “He’s forty-five.”

“I’ll let you know if I approve after I meet him,” Ted said, smiling. But in spite of the questions and teasing, they were all surprised and pleased for her. They couldn’t remember the last time Annie had invited a man home for dinner. Maybe never. But Tom Jefferson seemed more like a friend to her than a date. And before they could discuss it any further, the doorbell rang, and Annie went to let him in. He was wearing jeans and a sweater and cowboy boots, and he looked relaxed and pleasant as she introduced him to everyone. She could see the girls looking him over, as he and Ted talked about the football game he’d been to that afternoon. The Jets had scored three touchdowns in a row in the first quarter, which was a miracle for them. Paul joined in, although he wasn’t as avid about football as Ted. And both girls said to Annie in the kitchen that he was really good looking and looked very familiar to both of them.

“He’s the anchor for the evening news,” Annie said simply as she checked on the pasta and tossed the salad. She had set the table in the kitchen, which was just big enough for all of them. It was a homestyle meal, and she hadn’t made a fuss. There were only six of them.

“He’s the what?” Liz said to what she had just told them. “He’s that Tom Jefferson? You hit the jackpot on this one. He’s great.”

“I don’t know that yet, and neither do you. I just met him. Now let’s eat.” By the end of dinner, they all acted like old friends. Tom had spent a considerable amount of time talking to Paul about the beauty of Iran, and he knew more about it than Paul even remembered—he hadn’t been there since he was in his teens. After that Tom and Ted talked football and law school. And he had a lively conversation with Liz about fashion, and he asked Kate a lot of questions about tattoos, and why she felt it was an important form of graphic art. The only one he hardly talked to was Annie, but he stayed to help clean up the kitchen with her, while she dismissed the others to the living room.

“They’re a terrific bunch,” he said with a warm look at her. “You’ve done a great job.”

“No, they’ve always been who they are. I just tried to teach them to be true to themselves.”

“They are. And you know, Kate makes a hell of a case for tattoos as graphic art.” Annie rolled her eyes at that, and he laughed. And then she turned to him with a warm smile as she loaded the dishwasher.

“Thank you for having dinner with us. I’m very proud of them.”

“They’re a real tribute to you,” he complimented her, as they finished cleaning up, and she thanked him and they went to join the others. The young people insisted on playing charades after that, which they hadn’t done for years. Tom was good at it. And it was after eleven when he got up to leave. He said goodbye to everyone, and Annie walked him out, and he thanked her again for a wonderful evening and reminded her of her promise to have dinner with him. “You agreed,” he reminded her, and she laughed.

“I’d love to,” she said warmly. He fit in perfectly. She didn’t know yet if he was a date or a friend, but whatever he was, they had all enjoyed the evening with him, and so had he.

“I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll figure out what day.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek then, and after that he left. And as she walked back into the room on her crutches, everyone was laughing and talking and smiling at her.

“As the official head of the family,” Ted announced, “I approve. He’s great. He knows everything there is to know about football.”

“And the Middle East,” Paul added.

“He actually knows a fair amount about fashion,” Liz commented, smiling at her aunt.

“And he totally gets it about the social statement of tattoos,” Kate said, smiling.

“I think he snowed all of you,” Annie said, smiling, “but I like him too.”

“You can marry him anytime you want,” Ted added. “I give my consent.”

“Relax,” Annie reminded him, “he’s just a friend.”

“That’s crap, Annie, and you know it,” Kate interrupted. “He looks at you like he wants to kiss you.”

“No, he doesn’t. He just liked all of you.”

“We like him too,” Liz agreed. She’d had such a nice time that she had forgotten the hideous scene with Françoise and Jean-Louis that morning. The evening they’d just spent was simple and wholesome and uncomplicated, right down to the charades. They had all laughed a lot.

Ted took out their old Monopoly board then, and the four young people played until two A.M., and Annie went to bed long before they were finished. But it was easy to see that the evening had been a success. And Paul had fit in too. Annie liked him. And she liked Tom too. And whatever happened, or didn’t, she felt like they could be friends.

Paul and Ted left the apartment after the Monopoly game. Liz decided to spend the night with Kate and Annie, and the two sisters wound up talking in Kate’s bedroom until nearly three. Liz told her what had happened with Jean-Louis. Liz wasn’t too upset, although she admitted she was disappointed in him, and herself: with Jean-Louis for cheating and lying to her, and with herself for picking another loser. She swore she’d never do it again, and Kate hoped for her sake that it was true.

Ted and Paul shared a cab when they left Annie’s, and Paul dropped Ted off at his apartment. It was too late to call Pattie, and he didn’t want to stay there anyway. He had enjoyed the evening with his family and their friends. And he liked sleeping in his own bed for a change. He was sound asleep when Pattie called him the next morning, and it took him a few minutes to wake up and make sense.

“Where were you last night?” She sounded frantic and hurt. “I was worried about you all night.”

“I was with my aunt and sisters and my sister’s boyfriend. We played charades and Monopoly, and it got late,” he said sleepily.

“You could have called.”

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” And besides, he had been having fun and didn’t want to call her.

“I need to see you right away,” she said in a quiet voice.

“Is something wrong?”