comment 4.5 (the revealing silence)

one day while bussing tables here in phoenix, I cleared the table of the good governor ms. napolitano.
Making my way around the room, I stopped at her table to clear her plate as she sat with her lover, a blond haired woman.

I gestured to her slightly as she lift her head smiling and our eyes met. ‘Should I…’ I said, yet she responded before I had a chance to finish. ‘Yes,’ she said, with an empty aristocratic smile.
But then her face distorted a bit when I finished saying what I had started out to say, ‘…wrap this up to go?’

She barely touched her salad, and responded with a befuddled, ‘No.’