"Would you have dinner with me tonight?" Tony asked Sarah.
"I am not sure..." Sarah limited her conversation. Partially it was because her mother always told her not to appear too available, but more so, it was because she really, really did not want a repeat of Tuesday night's dinner. Plus she was really tired. Ever since Tony had dropped his bomb on her, she felt as if it had been just one thing after another.
But Tony was persistent. "How about tomorrow night?"
"Well..." Sarah did not answer.
"Garozzo's at 7:00 p.m.? I will pick you up at 6:30 p.m." Tony said to her.
"I guess..." Sarah replied.
"Wonderful," Tony said. "I will see you then."
He hung up before she could say anything else.
She spent the rest of the evening at home with a book, alternately hoping for and dreading
