The clink of silverware on plates was a counterpoint to the
ebb and flow of conversations in the dim lighting of what Sophie referred to as
a “sophisticated eating establishment”.
Why Hank had selected this place was beyond her. It wasn’t the kind of restaurant they usually
patronized.
She placed the cloth napkin on her lap and smiled across the
corner of the table at her husband. He
looked up from the menu in his hand and winked at her.
“Pretty fancy isn’t it?”
She nodded.
“I wanted to take you some place nice, some place you hadn’t
been before.”
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