Peter"s stomach had almost recovered from last night"s Paisley Thai pizza at Marinetti"s, although some residual growls still rumbled through his gut. Must have been the banana peppers Kate had insisted on. But it had been good. Fantastic, actually.
His Camry rolled through the theatre district to the address Kate had given him. He saw the stairs that led up to the Chicago el platform at State and Lake. She wasn"t on the corner yet, but he was early.
He pulled back into traffic to circle around the block. She"d insisted on taking the train from her West Loop apartment so that he didn"t have to drive all the way there and then back downtown.
They"d stayed at Marinetti"s until closing last night, leaving only after an obvious glare from a surly hipster waitress stacking chairs on the tabl
