Chapter 31 “I Have No Idea…”

• Laughing I said, “He usually does.” He hadn’t packed anything paper. There were real china plates and linen napkins and glass champagne flutes.
• He remembered about Vicki breastfeeding and he’d packed apple cider instead of champagne. There was a tray of exotic cheese and hard salami and another of prosciutto.
• He’d packed a baguette and even some beautiful French pastries. While we ate, I took the opportunity to ask her something that I’d been thinking about. “Have you ever been out of the country?”