Impudence Part the First. I arrived in Friend Anne’s affluent neighborhood about fifteen minutes early, so I pulled into a nearby subdivision lane and parked on a circle. Five minutes later a black SUV turned into the circle and drove slowly past me. Then they did it again. I was being surveilled. I didn’t look directly at them, but on the second pass I did raise a bemused eyebrow. They didn’t bother me after that.
Impudence Part the Second. We ate at Clover and the Bee, where again the charcuterie was delightful, and this time the waiter referred to us as “love,” and “darling,” as in, “Is there anything you need, hon?” He may have stopped when I said, “I'm fine, pumpkin.” I hope not, I liked it.
Men Part the First. SalmonPants was sporting a dark salmon jacket this time, and while I did not see his pants, I can tell you he did wear a bow tie. It was patterned and I hope it did coordinate with his pants, because that man has standards.
Men Part the Second. SalmonPants may have been supplanted by the appealing grey-haired man sitting by me, a man so attractive I did not trust myself to look directly in his face.
Epilogue. Does this seem brief? You will miss this succinct post tomorrow, when I have too many things to say about the actual performance.
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