Happiness is Elusive

Jennifer chuckled. “Simple, you are not, Sean Gaudette.”

“Is that your professional opinion, Doc?”

She put down the spoon and propped her head on one hand, her elbow resting on the table. “Yes. You keep everything close to the vest. You don’t reveal much. I know you have a sister and Ken told me your mother died last year, but I don’t even know where you’re from.”

“Here, but what does it matter?”

“You know as well as I do that where people come from helps to shape them. Were you raised in the city or the country?”

Sean seemed to forget the question as the waiter came to pour coffee. After the server left, Jennifer asked again.

“Bryn Mawr,” Sean answered quietly.

Jennifer laughed out loud again making him grimace. “You’re a Main Line kid,” said Jennifer down her nose with her jaw tightened. The Main Line was the old money section of the western suburbs of the Philadelphia.

Sean flashed a brief smile and nodded.