Chapter 4We didn't hear much from Brad over the next couple of weeks. Liz was busy at the clinic. Her young patient Tess was a concern. She was still clean but had a lot of social pressures she was finding hard to deal with. Liz was spending a lot of one-on-one time with her.
It was Friday. At breakfast Liz had suggested we go out for dinner. I had made a seven o'clock reservation at the “Sauvignon Bistro.” When we walked to the restaurant it was still quite warm though we brought light jackets anticipating cooler temperatures by the time we came home. We walked up to Queen St., turned west, crossed Woodbine Ave. and arrived at the restaurant a block later. The waitress, Maria, who had come to know us quite well, greeted us and sat us at a nice table she'd saved for us. The restaurant was
