All during the meal, Sasha asked him a million questions about his life, going back to his earliest memories. She often held his hand as he questioned him, only releasing it if she had to for him to eat. I got up to powder my nose, (euphemistically, baby and bladder, you get the idea) and Sasha got up with me.

"He's wonderful," Sasha said. "Do you like him, Jessica?"

"He's very nice," I said, "handsome too. I think you need to be careful, though, or he'll think he's on a date with you. You haven't let go of his hand unless you had to."

"Shit! You're right. I'm sorry. I'm...