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A Shared Meal and a Frantic Search

“That’s a beautiful name, I’m Clare.” She smiled warmly.

“Lily, I work at that restaurant right over there.” She pointed to the bistro.

“I just finished my shift and they made me a sandwich for dinner but I haven’t eaten yet and honestly I’m not that hungry.”

“Would you like to have it? You said you were hungry.”

Lily’s eyes widened as she looked at the sandwich Clare was holding. “Really? You’d give me your dinner?”

“Of course,” Clare said. “I can always make myself something when I get home. Besides, I had a big lunch.”

This was a lie. She’d eaten a small salad during her break but Clare didn’t want Lily to feel guilty about accepting food.

She unwrapped the sandwich and handed it to Lily who took it with both hands as if it were precious.

“Thank you,” Lily said and she took a bite.

Clare watched the relief wash over the child’s face as she ate and realized Lily must have been truly hungry.

“Do you have a phone number for your daddy?” Clare asked as Lily ate. “Maybe we could try calling him.”

“I don’t know his number,” Lily said around a mouthful of sandwich. “It’s in my backpack but I left my backpack in daddy’s car.”

“Okay,” Clare said thinking. “Can you tell me what your daddy looks like? Maybe if I see him I can help him find you.”

“He’s really tall,” Lily said. “And he has dark hair and he wears fancy suits. Today his suit was black.”

She took another bite of sandwich. “He’s very handsome, that’s what everyone says. And he’s important, he works a lot.”

Clare felt a mixture of concern and frustration. A tall man in a black suit could describe half the businessmen in this neighborhood.

The detail about him working a lot troubled Clare. He’d left his young daughter sitting alone on a curb for over an hour.

This suggested a certain set of priorities that troubled Clare but she kept her expression neutral.

“I’m sure your daddy is looking for you and will be here very soon. But how about this?”

“Why don’t you come sit on that bench right there?” She pointed to a bench directly in front of the bistro’s windows.

“I can keep an eye on you. That way if your daddy comes back to this spot he’ll still be able to see you but you won’t be sitting on the curb.”

“And I’ll stay with you until he gets here. Does that sound okay?”

Lily nodded eagerly and Clare helped her move to the bench.

Clare sat down beside her and Lily continued eating the sandwich with obvious enjoyment.

“This is really good,” Lily said. “We don’t usually eat sandwiches. Daddy likes fancy restaurants but I like sandwiches better. They’re easier.”

“I like sandwiches too,” Clare said with a smile. “Sometimes simple is best.”

They sat together for several minutes. Clare pointed out interesting things on the street like a dog being walked or a bicycle with a basket of flowers.

Lily finished the sandwich and carefully folded the paper it had been wrapped in, placing it neatly on her lap.

“You’re very tidy,” Clare observed.

“Daddy says we should always be neat and respectful,” Lily said. “He says it’s important to have good manners especially because people are always watching us.”

Clare found this comment a bit odd but didn’t pursue it. Instead she said, “Your daddy sounds like he teaches you good things.”

“He tries,” Lily said and there was something surprisingly mature in her tone.

“But he’s really busy. He has a lot of meetings and phone calls.”

“Today was supposed to be our special day, just daddy and me. But then work happened again.”

Clare felt a surge of sympathy for this child who clearly loved her father but was learning early on what it meant to come second to a career.

“I’m sure he loves you very much,” Clare said gently. “Sometimes grown-ups get too caught up in work and they forget what’s really important.”

“But that doesn’t mean they don’t love their children.”

“I know he loves me,” Lily said. “He tells me every day. But I wish he could show me more.”

“Like be there for school things or not forget to pick me up from piano lessons or not leave me sitting on curbs.”

The matter-of-fact way Lily said this last part broke Clare’s heart.

Before Clare could respond she heard a man’s voice calling out urgently. “Lily! Lily!”

Both Clare and Lily looked up to see a man striding down the sidewalk moving fast with a frantic expression.

He was indeed tall, probably 6’2 or 6’3, with dark hair and a well-groomed appearance.

He wore an expensive custom-tailored black suit with a white shirt and no tie.

Even from a distance Clare could see he was conventionally handsome with sharp features and a strong jawline.

What struck Clare most was the expression on his face. This wasn’t just concern; it was terror.

It was the look of a parent who’d realized their child was missing. “Daddy!” Lily jumped up from the bench.

The man immediately swept her into his arms holding her tight. “Oh thank God,” he was saying, his voice rough with emotion.

“Lily I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

“I told you to wait by the fountain and when I came back you were gone. I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“I was about to call the police.” “But Daddy you told me to wait by the street corner,” Lily said confused.

“You pointed right over there.” The man closed his eyes briefly.

“The fountain is by the street corner. I thought you’d understand.”

“Oh God Lily I’m sorry. I should have been more clear. I should have…”

He trailed off seeming to notice Clare for the first time. He set Lily down but kept one hand on her shoulder as if afraid she might disappear again.

“Who are you?” he asked Clare. His tone was cautious but not hostile.

“My name is Clare Bennett. I work at Riverside Bistro across the street.”

Clare stood up maintaining a respectful distance. “I saw Lily sitting on the curb by herself and she said she’d been waiting for quite a while.”

“I gave her my dinner and stayed with her to make sure she was safe until you returned.”

The man’s expression shifted through relief, gratitude, and then something that might have been shame.

“You gave her your dinner?” “She was hungry,” Clare said simply. “It was just a sandwich, no big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” the man said firmly. He looked down at Lily. “Did you thank Miss Clare?”

“I did Daddy,” Lily said. “She was really nice. She gave me her whole sandwich even though she was hungry too.”