Here's Cooking With You, Kid

February, 1989

Last night approached perfection. Dinner at your discovery bistro had all the theatrical élan promised. The car wasn't towed. Cognac was sipped by starlight. And all that was a prelude to the main event, which was a bell ringer.But now, a ray of sunlight shoots between the curtains and the person next to you is stirring from sleep. A choice must be made. Coffee and a hurried kiss goodbye? Ora voluptuous lingering, a time to savor the mood of the night before? The second option requires a little...