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EMMY
Asiago lay on the outskirts of downtown Eugene, and the name made me chuckle. When in Rome or Milan, had I stumbled across a restaurant named Velveeta? No, not once, but then again, America wasn’t exactly renowned for its cheesemaking.
On the plus side, Asiago did have a private dining room at the back, and Bradley had booked it for the entire evening. And the place was blessed with a decent wine list. Ana had volunteered to be designated driver, so I planned to indulge in a glass or two, but I’d stay sober enough to stop Bradley from singing karaoke at one o’clock in the morning, as he was liable to do if nobody kept him in check.
Well, it had certainly been an interesting day. Pills had taken the edge off the pain radiating from my nose, and now I took a moment to reflect. I
