“So what happens here on Saturday nights?” he asks us on the way home from Arthur’s extra-innings disastrous Little League game. “I have a sleepover at Sasha’s,” says Bernadette. “I have a birthday party,” says Arthur. “Oh, looks like we’re out of luck. Can I take you out to dinner?” Giggles from the back seat and now I might be blushing. I crack the window. “Sure.” “Someplace decent?” “We have a bistro in town that’s very good. Don’t be a snob.” Leo rolls his eyes in the rearview mirror to more giggles.
