Frances patted his arm lightly and pulled him along a little faster toward Washington Square.
"This is a nice morning," she said. "This is a wonderful morning. When I have breakfast with you it makes me feel good all day."
"Tonic," Michael said. "Morning pickup. Rolls and coffee with Mike and you're on the alkali side, guaranteed."
"That's the story. Also, I slept all night, wound around you like a rope."
"Saturday night," he said. "I permit such liberties only when the week's work is done."
"You're getting fat," she said.