"Oh, that’s good; my wife and I are going out.” Clinton informed her.
“Oh yes, I will just watch a movie before I go to sleep; it’s quite boring. You two enjoy yourself, okay?" She said then turned to me, “A beautiful dress,” she complimented me.
“Thank you; let’s just say my husband has eyes for good things.” I said, and she smiled and agreed.
“Of course.”
Clinton held my hand as we walked out after our final goodbye to her. Judging by her looks, she didn’t look like it bothered her at all—maybe I was overreacting. I started to relax as Clinton started the car.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Clinton.” We were greeted by a waitress as soon as we arrived. She led us to a table and gave us their menu: “Let me know when you’re ready to order; for now I’ll get you soft drinks. Please excuse
