Dorothy looked at him.
“Today it was.”
“Because you stopped him from taking our seats?”
“Partly.”
Then she smiled.
“Before today, I had documents proving what he did in business.”
She pointed toward Caleb.
“Today I saw the same person outside the documents.”
“What do you mean?”
“He treated an eleven-year-old boy the same way he treats people in contracts.”
Caleb frowned.
“How?”
“He decided what he wanted mattered more because he believed you wouldn’t stop him.”
Caleb looked down.
“I wasn’t going to stop him.”
“I know.”
“I didn’t want to cause trouble.”
Dorothy leaned forward.
“That is exactly what people who take what doesn’t belong to them count on.”
He looked at her.
“They expect you to leave?”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I’ve spent forty years being uncomfortable.”
She smiled.
“At some point you realize doing the right thing matters more than feeling comfortable while doing it.”
