March 11, 2007 § Leave a comment
They went nowhere fancy. He didn’t want the distraction. Or the falderal. And it wasn’t amends. It was soup and pasta with red sauce, bread and uncomplicated house wine. And booths. Mediocre but wholesome just the same.
He was amazed at her nonchalance, wondered if she was ready for what came next. But as these things went it was too late. They were there.
She was not to blame he was sure he played his part but he’d never met a woman who knew her way around the brink and Jen was no exception. He would blame her for that.