The wine they pour regularly. I've always had a theory that they're ripping you off on the food, and they try to get you drunk so you don't notice. I ...new, though, that if I ever ate here, the first place I'd go after I left was a real restaurant, where a chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, vegetable and roll would actually fill me up. I'd probably get to take a box of leftovers with me too for another meal the next day.I left off dreaming about chicken fried steaks when I saw the waiter come. She started chatting interestingly and she told all about the fun and how they used to trouble teachers and all and many love stories. Like that it’s been 10 days of our chatting and we exchanged our numbers. We used to talk when free. She was talking only about her college days. All our conversation we used to laugh so much. She used to enjoy the conversation. Once I invited her to my house as I was alone. She came to my house I welcomed her asked for coffee she agreed and I gave her. We both. Melinda and I are trying to reconnect. It’s just a burger and a movie as friends. It’s not a date,” I explained.“Get out!” urged Mum, “I’m trying to work here.”Since there was no longer time for me to do my homework, I did as my mum had suggested and got ready for my non-date. I could really have done with someone’s advice. If it were a date, I’d have put on my best clothes barring a suit, and spruced myself up so that I was clean and pleasant-smelling. But when we were kids, Melinda and I had. You're the only one who seems to like it, to like them. To like my breasts." It's the first time she's complained about her husband in front of me."Gretchen likes watching too," I argue."Maybe," Emily concedes but then adds enigmatically, "or maybe she's just trying to figure out what her favourite brother is up to." I'm up to nothing," I protest as my cheeks start to burn. "I'm just interested. I've never--" But I didn't get to finish my half formed thought — Emily interrupts me."I don't mind.