After Liz and Zander left his office …
Liz
Zander helps me into the car and the driver puts the wheelchair in the back. “I am in the mood for authentic Italian cuisine. Are you with me?” Zander asks and I nod. “Of course, you know I love Italian,” I say, and he winks at me.
The driver took us to Zander’s favorite Italian restaurant. We enjoyed our meal with some champagne to celebrate my freedom. Well, non-alcoholic for me, but it’s better that way. I plan on being completely sober for every moment I spend with this wonderful man. I am sure he knows by now what a light weight I am when it comes to alcohol.
“You never did tell me what state Frankie is in.” I told Zander when we were driving home. “Who is Frankie?” Zander asks me with a quizzical look. “My Land Rover, his name is Franki
