“You embarrassed me this evening.” Myron was standing with Rachel outside the Hyatt Regency in San Francisco waiting for the valet to bring around the car.
“It was the truth. What are you complaining about?”
“Truth or not, you shouldn’t have said it.”
“It’s over and done with. Here comes the car now.”
He pulled out his wallet and extracted some bills. “Thank you,” he uttered softly as he tipped the young woman and then received the car keys.
“Here.” He tossed them at his wife, her unbidden reflexes deftly causing her to catch them.