THE NEXT MORNING, HIS parents pull me aside and say they want to do a little something for his birthday since it was a few weeks ago. They ask if I can get him out of the house for a bit, and I agree.
I find David in the piano room sitting on the bench but not playing. I sit on his lap, and he wraps his arms around me.
“So, you promised me a real date when you got home. I’d like to cash that in now.” I smile at him.
“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?” His eyes rake over my face as though he is trying to memorize every detail.
“I was thinking of lunch at one of my favorite spots.”
“Where might that be?”
“How about you drive, and I’ll give you directions.”
He smiles. “Deal.”
We get in the car and head west out of Nashville to Loveless Café. It’s much smaller now, but it will grow o
