“How’d the doctor visit go yesterday?”
For once, I dreaded having dinner with Jonah, knowing he’d ask the prevailing question about my health. We sat at the Italian restaurant down the street from the Scarlet Maple. Feeling better, I had a craving for pasta.
I cast my eyes on the checkered table cloth in front of my place setting. I’d have to tread carefully to answer without lying, and I certainly wasn’t ready to share my ordeal.
“The doctor doesn’t think it’s food poisoning. She’s running some tests, but she thinks whatever it is, I’ll be fine. It could have been the stomach flu.”
“Well, your color is better than the last time I saw you.”
I forced a smile. “I did wash the Halloween makeup off.”
“And you feel better?”
“I do.”
“Good, then I can ask you what you think about my decis
