Free 50 Harbor Street by Debbie Macomber Page A

She would be forever grateful.
    The hostess seemed to be waiting for them to finish their conversation.
    “Our table’s ready,” Ben said, steering them toward the young woman.
    They were quickly seated, and Charlotte took the opportunity to look around. A single glance convinced her that this was one of the finest restaurants she’d ever been inside. To date, the most elegant restaurant she’d eaten in belonged to her own granddaughter, Justine. Justine and Seth owned The Lighthouse in Cedar Cove and had made a brilliant success of it. She was near to bursting with pride about her granddaughter, who’d had the good sense to marry a solid man like Seth Gunderson. When David visited Cedar Cove, she’d make sure he had a chance to dine at The Lighthouse.
    Their waiter approached the table, wheeling a cart, and with a good deal of ceremony revealed virtually a complete menu. Her head spun as he displayed and then described each item. When he was finished, they were given a price list. Charlotte studied it and gasped aloud. But, my goodness, it all looked so delicious. She made a mental note to tell Justine every detail she could remember. Her granddaughter would want to know about this. After the elaborate presentation, she ordered the grilled swordfish and both men ordered steaks.
    The meal was superb and so was the service. The conversation, too, was enjoyable. David had an engaging manner and did most of the talking. He chatted about the weather and recent movies and how he planned to go to Vegas for Christmas. Ben remained stubbornly quiet, as he had before; it was up toCharlotte to respond to his son’s questions and remarks. The one irritation was David’s cell phone, which rang four times during the course of their meal.
    After the fourth call, Ben snapped, “Turn that damn thing off.”
    “Sorry.” David did look apologetic as he reached for his cell and pushed a button. The telephone sang a brief song and then went silent.
    Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the waiter who brought coffee to their table with several varieties of sugar from which to choose. Charlotte was quite taken with the hard candy sticks that looked like something out of a confectionary store.
    Over coffee, David grew quiet. “You might’ve guessed why I wanted to meet with you, Dad,” he said as he stirred in the cream.
    “David, if this is about money—”
    “Dad, I’m in a tight spot.”
    “I can’t help you.”
    “Can’t or won’t?” David asked with barely suppressed anger.
    Ben’s shoulders heaved as if he’d inhaled sharply in an effort to control his own annoyance. “Since you put it like that, the answer is won’t. I refuse to give you another dime. You haven’t paid back the last two loans. I’d be a fool to give you more.”
    “I’m good for it. I promise.”
    “That’s what you said last time and the time before that. Why should I believe you now?”
    “Because it’s true. Dad, do you think it’s easy, coming to you like this? Do you think I’d do this if I had any other options?”
    He seemed about to say more but Charlotte could see thathis arguments increased Ben’s irritation. “How much do you need?” she asked. She didn’t mean to intrude, but if it was a reasonable amount then perhaps Ben wouldn’t mind so much.
    “Five thousand,” he said after a moment. “That’s considerably less than I needed before,” he added with a hopeful expression.
    “What do you need it for?” Charlotte asked, wanting to help and not knowing how. Her questions didn’t please Ben, she could see that, but she felt badly for the young man.
    David shrugged. “It’s complicated.”
    “The usual, no doubt,” Ben cut in. “His credit cards are maxed out, he hasn’t paid his taxes and he’s paying alimony for two ex-wives.”
    “I’m getting a bonus this Christmas,” David said. “I only need the money for a couple of months, just to carry me through. You know I wouldn’t ask if I