Alexander, Cynthia, her pretty 17-year old daughter and her daughter’s adorable friend and I all go to dinner at Bobby Byrne’s. It’s a beautiful night and we decide to eat outside. I try to act like everyone else and pretend that ordering friend clams with french fries is an ordinary occurrence. But not only is it something I’ve not done in a year, it’s something I have prepared myself to do tonight, with a lot of trepidation. I am acutely aware that this is a very bad choice.
Before dinner arrives it starts to rain, and now there are no available tables outside. We move our table under a large umbrella and everyone is dry and happy.
The food arrives and it is every bit as good as I had imagined it would be. And the funny thing is that I feel no guilt at all. I’ve earned it.
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