Derek solemnly accepted the coupon, tore it, and dropped it into the jar. The women nearby applauded, while Mother raised her hand with the dignity of a queen. A year later, the restaurant had become profitable. The bank restructured Derek\u2019s loan, the rent was caught up, and he had even framed the lease with paragraph four displayed in his office. When I asked why, he told me it reminded him who he was really working for.<\/p>\n
Mother turned eighty-seven that April. We celebrated at the Lakeside, where Lorraine made lemon pie and the Wednesday regulars signed a birthday card. I finally asked why Mother had never told the family she owned the building. She explained that once children believed they owned something, they sometimes stopped asking what it was for. Her answer was simple: it was for Wednesday. Dad had bought the building so there would always be a place where a young woman in a pale dress could sit beside a man who loved her. Before we left, Mother told me I would inherit the property alongside the grandchildren. My responsibility would be to read the lease, keep the stool, and honor every coupon, expired or not. Last Wednesday, Derek greeted her warmly and asked for her coupon. She handed him one from the Sunday paper. He examined both sides carefully before smiling. \u201cSo it is,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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