During intermission, we went into the lobby to get a drink. I bought us both rum and cokes. Phoebe downed almost the entire thing in the first gulp.
“This certainly is a dark comedy,” she said, “although I don’t see much to laugh about.”
I nodded.
“Do you really want to stay for the last act?” she asked.
I didn’t know what to say. Yes, I did want to stay. I was enjoying it and I’d paid quite a lot for the tickets. “Is there something else you want to do?” I ended up asking.
“Why don’t I take you out for dinner,” she smiled. “You’ve paid for everything so far.”
“Is there someplace you want to go?” I asked.
She broke out into a big grin. “Let’s go see if we need reservations.”
I hailed a cab and she gave the address for a very exclusive restaurant on the Upper East Side.
“Am I dress
