notice.”
“Of course.”
He stood carefully, hands visible at his sides.
The posture of someone trying very hard not to appear confrontational.
“I understand there was an incident yesterday.”
“Yes.”
“Kyle told me this morning.”
“Did he?”
Dennis nodded.
“He understands that what he did was inappropriate.”
I noticed the wording.
Not wrong.
Not disrespectful.
Inappropriate.
Carefully chosen language from a man accustomed to solving problems without admitting more than necessary.
“I’d like to make it right,” he continued.
“The flowers. Whatever they cost, I’ll pay for them.”
“Yes,” I
