YOU BOUGHT NEW clothes,” observed Nancy, as she sipped her wine.
“Yeah, my other ones smelled like Fisherman's Wharf,” said John.
Nancy's eyebrows furrowed as she laughed. “What? Why?”
John had in fact headed straight to the mall after leaving the beach. He had made the reservation for their favorite restaurant from the car, and—for the first time ever — he had bought roses from a man with a bucket on the side of the road. He realized the whole “flowers-in-hand apology” was a bit of a cliché. But the fact that John had never actually done it himself gave it a flair of originality. At least, that's how he rationalized it.
“You were able to get the kids covered?” asked John.
“Yeah, my mom came over.”
John nodded and drained ...