Cora scanned the restaurant. Most people came out with their significant other on Saturday nights. Instead of shutting the place down, I booked a private table, ensuring it was still in an area where she would feel comfortable. Cora was the only woman I took on dates and showered with gifts. Other women wished they were in her position. Something about that made me feel small because I no longer had her trust.
“If you don’t mind, I had them present the menu with all your favorites.”
Our waitress set the bottle of Syrah and Sangiovese on the table. I picked it up and poured a small amount into our glasses.
“Cozze e Vongole and Tartufata,” Cora said.
Cozze e VongoleTartufata“Plus, dessert afterward at your favorite ice cream shop.”
“I’m being spoiled, and it’s not my birthday.” Her br
