Not at all. You just didnt strike me as the tofu and salad type. She closed her menu. I, on the other hand, have to watch my girlish figure. So what are you getting?
She smiled. A steak.
Miles closed his menu and pushed it off to the side of the table. So, now that weve covered my life, why dont you tell me about yours? What was it like growing up in your family?
Sarah set her menu on top of his.
Unlike what you had, my parentswere Ward and June Cleaver. We lived in a suburb just outside Baltimore in the most typical of housesfour bedrooms, two bathrooms, complete with a porch, flower garden, and a white picket fence. I rode the bus to school with my neighbors, played in the front yard all weekend long, and had the biggest collection of Barbies on the whole block. Dad worked from nine to five and wore a suit every day: Mom stayed home, and I dont think I ever saw her without an apron. And our house always smelled like a bakery. Mom made cookies for me and my brother every day, and wed eat them in the kitchen and recite what we learned that day.
Sounds nice.
It was. My mom was great when we were little kids. She was the kind of mom that the other kids ran to if they hurt themselves or got in a jam of some sort. It wasnt until my brother and I got older that she started to get neurotic on me. Miles raised both eyebrows. Now, was it that she changed, or was she always neurotic and you were too young to notice?
