Beneath the Table

We arrived at the restaurant to find Lydia waiting. My first impression, from a distance, was promising: she was professionally dressed, and there was no whiff of crazy about her— no frizzy hair, no weird pins, no cat-hair covered scarf or briefcase obscured by bumper stickers. It mattered because the jury wouldn’t be asking themselves ‘Was this fair?’ They would be asking ‘Would I promote this wo