Honestly, I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Out of all the people I’d met in Maine, none of them talked like this guy; but still there was that odd feeling inside, that this guy reminded me of someone.
He stood back up again, smiled and glanced back to John as he said, “Come, allow me to show you to your table and please, everything is on me tonight. Tonight you are my royal guests.”
After he, ever so politely, took our coats and my hat and gloves, he excused himself with a slight bow.
“What did he say to you?” Mom asked quietly from across the table.