“The man has jokes when he’s drunk.” “Baby, I got jokes all the time.” He takes my hand and holds it casually in his. “Is this the day you finally did it?” “Did what?” I ask above the crowd. “Draw the hearts on the calendar for me? I mean, you’re here and so very excited to see me . . . I figured it was. Were they pink? Or blue? Oh. Wait. Moretti red, I bet.”
