““You don't scare me." "Really?" She stared at me over the sharp frame of her glasses. "Well maybe a little," I admitted. "Sometimes." "Escellent.No skedaddle.I have a dinner to prepare. My son is bringing home his new girlfriend." For the first time, I saw her look something less than supremely confident. "I don't suppose you know anything about cooking with vegan cheese substitutes?" We shuddered together. "Google recipes?" I suggested. "I did." "And?" "Maybe we'll take them out to dinner." "Good plan," I agreed, and skedaddled. I had my own dinner out to contend with. I wondered if I could get away with jeans.Probably not.””
