Portrait

Anna hung her topcoat beside mine on the wall rack, then flopped
into a vacant chair. Her face had that, 'Thank God it's six o'clock on Friday' look.

I offered her my glass. "Here's to a relaxing weekend," I said.
"Doing whatever takes our fancy." She second that motion.

We took off to the closest bar and she had begged me to tell
her what happened last night with my latest redezvous.