My daughter texted to cancel dinner that very morning, but when I walked into the bistro in the middle of a light drizzle, I saw her sitting at a candlelit table with her husband and in-laws, champagne already poured, food covering the table, and the server smiling as he said, “Just put it on your tab like usual” — I didn’t walk over, I just did one thing right as the check was about to hit the table.
The waiter had already turned away when Derek called him back, louder this time, with the brittle confidence of a…