The entire way to the restaurant, both John and Mom kept telling me how I had to be on my best behavior. They also kept schooling me on what eating utensil I’m supposed to use with each part of the meal. So when we arrived I was wound up so tight that I was scared to even move for fear of touching or getting close to something I shouldn’t.
We arrived at the restaurant just as the sun was about to kiss the horizon. The sky was this sort of orange color with wispy clouds. It was one of the most beautiful skies I have ever seen.
Fancy isn’t the word for Pichaloe’s. I’ve never in my life been in such a high class place. I’d never been anywhere that had people out front to park your car for you.