and huge houses.
We met at a charity dinner where I served champagne.
He asked me what he was calling me.
Then he looked at me and asked:
“Have you been standing up all night? They must hurt your feet.”
It was such a simple question.
But no man had been asking me if I was tired for years.
Three months later, Richard asked me to marry.
My friends thought I had lost my mind.
His children were even less kind.
“Do you really think you’re going to stay with
