Chapter 7
The next morning, of course, I was camped out at Katie’s table, recounting our dinner in detail.
“I think Marzipan might be right,” I was telling her. “I think he’s got a little bit of a thing for me.”
“Figured that out all by yourself, did you?” Katie asked, refilling my cup. “Why? Did something happen?”
“Well, not exactly,” I confessed. “But after the second bottle of wine, the atmosphere started to turn from confessional to romantic. You know, we were talking about relationships, boyfriends…”
Katie rolled her eyes and sat back down to her Notions Alive! catalog, flipping pages. “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it, then, if I were you. If he heard any part of your relationship history, he’ll be good and scared off.”
“Hilarious, you are. As it happens, we did touch on some of
