First Date

They sat down at the table, he ecstatic to have finally made a reservation, his wallet whimpering and worrying, his bank account sounding the alarm; she, uncomfortable in the new dress, her legs vulnerable in the new high heels, her feet already wishing they were home again in slippers; the table a foreign landscape of cutlery and candles, its menu of strange words leering, its tablecloth (of finer fabric than any clothing they owned) sneering, the overall scene suggesting two children playing dress up: wishing a mom would appear to take them home for peanut butter sandwiches and a nap.




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