I can picture it. The orderly, bringing in the mail. The postcard with pictures of us, the happy couple, dated two weeks ago and signed, "With all my love -- Renie." The orderly asks, “Who got married?” My mother replies, “I don’t know.”

Ladies’ night

Tonight is Ladies’ Night! the sign read. Scrawled underneath: Every night is ladies’ night at the Mink.  I straightened my tie. Paid the five dollar cover just for show. I caught your eye, and in the span of a breath, everything changed.