He nodded farewell to the others and took her by the hand to the buffet table. There they heaped paper plates high with various goodies.
"Look," she said, "there's shrimp salad. Before coming here I had an overwhelming urge for shrimp."
"Here's your chance then," he said with a smile, putting his plate down, taking hers and filling it with a heaping portion of shrimp salad.
Then he said, "Let's take some slices of that French bread. The crust is simply magnificent, crisp, crunchy. The inside is white, soft as a baby's ass, and tasty like honey."
"You seem to know a lot about French bread," she told him.
"I used to live new New Orleans. My favorite diversion, when I got off work, was to take the car downtown and go into one of the many fine Italian restaurants located in New Orleans. A
