Mario"s was a decent restaurant, a safe bet—over the years, Karl had gotten to know most of the staff, including Joseph who ran the place, inheriting it from the original Mario when his brother retired.
He had only brought Sherry there once. She complained through the entire meal, noting the shabby atmosphere and insulting the waiter by insisting they take back her salad not once, but twice, due to a wilted leaf.
At the time, he passed it off as just bad timing, catching her in a mood. Since then, he had made up with the staff and Sherry was nothing more than a bad memory.
A memory retreating even further as Jeni laughed and joked with the waiter, stuttering through some bad Italian, and seeming to enjoy herself before they"d even gotten their drinks.
They were through the salads when
