Joanne smirked. “Well, I’m not saying we can’t getto that, but actually one of the other agents in my office was giving away tickets to a jazz quartet at a brewery downtown tomorrow night. His brother plays sax or something, I don’t know. I took two thinking I’d give them to Michael so he could take Shelly out for one last date night before the babies came, but I was too late. I’m not really into jazz, but the tickets pay for the cover charge and give us like ten percent off our bill. So dinner, drinks, live music. I mean, you know. What do you think?”
What Edie thought was it sounded better than anything else she could have come up with on her own. The place might be loud, true, but the thought of snuggling up to Joanne in a booth, drinking local beers and eating bar food while listening to live jazz was more romantic than any scene she could think of playing out in a club or bar.
“I’d like that,” she said, surprised that yeah, she really wouldlike it.