As it turned out, dinner was excellent. Brandon followed my instructions perfectly, so he looked like a natural human being rather than an adult male who had no idea what a drink machine was, let alone how to utilize one. He got my drink order perfect- light ice and a lot of drink. I have always liked only enough ice to cool the beverage and not water it down. Is there anything worse than watered-down, flat soda? Methinks not. Brandon even showed that he might trust me, somewhat anyway. I had suggested he try Dr. Pepper, or as Spade would say- the sweet nectar of the Gods, and he took my suggestion seriously.
I remembered the look that stole across his face as he took that first sip. I found myself giggling just a bit as I briefly wished Spade were here. She would have laughed so hard a
