Laughing I said, “He usually does.” He hadn’t packed anything paper. There were real china plates and linen napkins and glass champagne flutes.
He remembered about Vicki breastfeeding and he’d packed apple cider instead of champagne. There was a tray of exotic cheese and hard salami and another of prosciutto.
He’d packed a baguette and even some beautiful French pastries. While we ate, I took the opportunity to ask her something that I’d been thinking about.
“Have you ever been out of the country?”
She looked at me like I was crazy and said, “I’ve barely been out of Los Angeles.”
“I was thinking that maybe you and I could take a weekend and go somewhere… anywhere you’d like to go… somewhere you’ve always wanted to go…”
“Oh, I think it’s a little too soon for that
