Exposed, she looked me up and down, and she said,
“Don’t hurt me. Be kind. Love me right
and I’ll be yours
forevermore.”

I thought that was a lot of pressure.

“Can we start with something simpler,”
I asked, “Like maybe a year in the Bronx?”

She smiled sadly. “How about a night on the town?”

“I could do that,” I said.

We gave it a shot.