“Wine?”

“Do you have something stronger?”

“Not with me.”

“Then wine’s fine.”

She took the glass, and set it down as best as she could on the table in front of her, stealing a sip in the midst of the motion.

Her husband of exactly one year sat across from her, almost finished with his steak. He gave her with a confused glance.

“What’s wrong, honey? You haven’t touched your food. You better eat quick! We don’t have much time.”

“I’m just finding it a little difficult, that’s all.”

He shrugged and finished his food. He didn’t see what was so difficult about it all.

The woman turned to her husband. “Did they give you a doggy bag? I think time’s almost up, and I don’t feel good…”

He handed one to her.

“You know, dear,” she started, “When you said you were taking me to dinner, I really wasn’t expecting this…”

“C’mon, honey, eating dinner while hanging off the side of a skyscraper? What could be better?”

As the platform was drawn up the skyscraper again, she thought of many, many better things.