Runaway TrainChapter 135
Liz and I decided a “fancy dress” dinner held little interest for us. After tossing out a few suggestions – from the Internet and from her memory – Liz decided that she wanted to go to “El Rincon,” an authentic Mexican restaurant located, appropriately enough, in the corner of a downtown building. Even though the restaurant didn’t require a jacket and tie, any venture into public with Liz meant certain style standards had to be met. The temperature was pushing 90 degrees but there had been...