“Listen, Tiny Bartender.′ He grabbed the plate of nachos and slid it in front of her, because they both knew she loved selecting the first chip. ‘You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love you three times. Please tell me my hands are cold so we can get on with our lives already.”

“Listen, Tiny Bartender.′ He grabbed the plate of nachos and slid it in front of her, because they both knew she loved selecting the first chip. ‘You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love you three times. Please tell me my hands are cold so we can get on with our lives already.”

— Lynn Painter