Leon Vedder
I took the road to New York, and two hours off, I parked at the restaurant where we were supposed to meet.
"Lisa... Love, we are here..." I said while my wife stretched like a little cat.
"Where is here?" she looked around, and I chuckled.
"We are having lunch, love..." I said, and she nodded, rubbing her hands over her face.
She sighed, "Give me a minute..." she said while yawning.
"How is your shoulder?" I asked her, and she took a deep breath.
"It hurts a little but is bearable..." she said, and I nodded.
"Alright, let's get in there... People are waiting for us." I said, and she woke up and straightened her back.
"People?" she mumbled, "Who?" she asked,
"You will have to come to find out," I said, stepping out of the car to help her. I reached the passeng
