It was after twelve o’clock by the time we got on the road, but it was a beautiful sunny day, so driving wasn’t hard.
“Are we really going all the way to the Eastern Shore?” she asked me.
“Yup. It has the best seafood around,” I answered.
“Why? We could go across town to Red Lobster, or, if you wanted to drive, into Pittsburg, but all the way past Baltimore?”
“Why is everyone hyping Red Lobster? Are they having a contest?” I asked.
Mickey laughed. “It’s closer than driving all the way to the eastern coast.”
“It’s a beautiful day for walking on the beach, isn’t it?”
She stared over at me. I didn’t take my eyes off the road.
“Incredible,” she finally said. “I thought you were getting tired of Italian food.”
“Oh, no! I’d never get tired of Italian food,” I avowed. “I like steak and p
