We sit in bed under the white sheet, our backs pressed against the headboard, and drink our red wine until it’s gone. Then we start on another bottle. We laugh and we hold hands and then we make love two more times, not like we’re forty somethings but seventeen all over again. After a while, I tell Tony I gotta pee. Slipping out of bed, I’m so dizzy from the wine I need to press my hand against the wall or else risk falling on my face. Of course, that just makes us laugh all the more.
I manage to pee without slipping off the toilet, and when I come back in, I throw myself on the bed.
“I’m suddenly starving, Tony Smart,” I say. “I need something really good to eat.”
“You hardly ate your lunch,” he says. “I’m not surprised. And you know me, I’m always hungry, lady.”
“So, what shall we do
