Marriage First, Mate Second
Tabby replies, blushing modestly, “But that’s enough about me! I’m boring! Who wants a drink?”
My husband raises his hand immediately, and we all laugh at his prompt response. As Tony fixes our drinks, I take a moment to enjoy my surroundings. Gatsby’s is small, but the environment is warm and inviting. The wood paneling is cozy, with small Victorian flourishes in the corners of the room. The mirror behind Tony appears to be antique, with gilded side panels. And the candles lit tastefully in the corners create an intimate setting.
“This place is absolutely lovely,” I tell Tabitha, taking a sip of my vodka tonic, “How did you find out about it? I wouldn’t even have noticed it existed if you