Of the unnatural kind
We pull up in front of a steakhouse where Jaclyn announces she is famished.
“I crave meat when anxious.”
She had a wild playful piercing look in her eyes.
“Steak it is then.”
We head in where I get to see a different side of Jaclyn, the instinctual predator who likes her steak warmed not cooked.
I order salmon to which both the waiter and Jaclyn give me the stink eye.
Jaclyn stresses she wants her steak medium rare making the waiter repeat it back.
“I thought you liked steak?”
“Love it, but I can think better if I eat light.”
“Yes, you have a lot to think about.”
“How do I go about finding a photo of Marcela’s fiancé?”
“State Department would have business records, what about his service record?”
“Privacy laws make it difficult requiring much knowledge.”