Rendezvous
Rendezvous “Let’s see… sandwiches, crackers, cheese, bottled water… check, check, check… and check! Napkins, table cloth and wash cloth… check” Glancing at his watch, Sam saw that he’d better get a move on or he’d end up being late… again. Closing the picnic basket, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Out of his apartment and down stairs to his car. As he was putting the basket in the back seat, he remembered something. “Damn!” he said aloud, turning to rush back up and to his...