timespan of months.” “So Manny will be a little more human next time I see you?” “Actually, Manny will look like Original Bob, from what I’m told. Believable hair and skin, and so forth. And he’ll be able to eat. Although he won’t—uh, never mind.” TMI. She really didn’t need to know the ultimate fate of the meal. Bridget laughed. She knew exactly where my mind had gone. Just one of many things I loved about her. “So we can finally have dinner together?” I smiled and nodded. Finally, a real date.
