“Twenty-six year old waitress?” Mark identified her.
“Yes. That’s me.” Molly blushed to herself, recalling the white lies that needed to be set straight.
“I’m glad you called,” Mark said kindly.
“I got your letter today,” Molly said. “I guess that’s obvious. Please excuse me if I’m nervous. You know I’ve never done this.”
“Just take it easy,” he said kindly. “I suppose you’re responding to my suggestion that we get together?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes.”
They chatted awkwardly for a few minutes, reaffirming their complimentary desires.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t wait any longer,” he finally suggested. “Postponing the inevitable could make a future meeting that much harder. How about meeting tomorrow night? I can come your way. The South St. cafe?” They likely lived just blo
