Sitting quietly after dinner with Danger. He didn't clean his plate, and I'm not sure he had ever eaten in such a place anyway. Veranda facing the sea. Candles. Wait staff dressed in formal. With bowties. We're both more Taco Bell folk, but this evening, convenience and ambience won. Now he's back at school for some activity. I face liquid dessert and his empty chair alone. This business of being the dad of adult children doesn't always sit as well as it might.