The dinner was Ophelia's idea, which her father knew immediately.
Raymond Park did not say so. He said: wonderful, the Thai place on Connecticut had become mediocre and he had been meaning to cook properly for weeks. He said: I'll make the claypot chicken your mother used to like. He said all the right things in the right order, and when he hung up he stood in his kitchen for a moment with the phone still warm in his hand and considered what his daughter might want from him that she had decided required a home-cooked meal to obtain.
He started the marinade at noon. He was not worried. He was, in the precise administrative sense, alert.
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