Finally - A Date
I feel a little queasy, returning to Joey’s... specifically avoiding the back room where over a week ago I left a greasy wet napkin and a waitress cloaking her quaint smugness in holding it up by the corner. She waved it cautiously about as if the moist stain was evidence of a crime.
Perhaps it was.
So I sit at the bar, hoping not to see the overbearing woman, further hoping that Becky will deign to have dinner with me elsewhere.
I see her enter and signal to Harry the bartender, plotting to stay out of the dining area by drinking at the bar until plans can be made. She joins me. No small talk.
“It’s been nearly two weeks, Ryan. You must have gotten the stuff by now. Everything arrive?”
I nod.
“All of it?”
“Yes.”
“Leave it home?”
“Ah... no... it’s... ah... in the
