“Eight o’clock,” said Nona.
“Horrible time to have dinner,” said David. “Quite impossible. How can I possibly fulfill my moral obligation, my sacred responsibility, to love them, clothe them, feed them, care for them, and pick up after them if I abandon everything to rush off and have dinner with you?”
“Fresh mushrooms sautéed in port wine and cream,” said Nona.
“Wait a minute,” said David.
“Caesar salad with anchovies.”
“Wait a minute,” said David.
“Filet mignon in a mustard and cream sauce.”
David was silent.
“David?”
“I would kill for Caesar salad with anchovies,” said David.
“Come kill at eight o’clock.”
“Wait a minute,” said David. “I don’t know if I, a respectable …”
Nona laughed.
“Well, a semi-respectable civil servant, a federal employee yet, should expose myself to th
