So TRQ and I met for lunch today at the Nordstrom Bistro. I ordered the special--a kale salad with roasted Brussels Sprouts and cauliflower. TRQ had a margarita pizza. You know. Ladies-Who-Lunch food.
She looked at my salad.
"Kale is going out of style," TRQ said.
"It's about time," I said. "Who needs a high-maintenance vegetable that requires you to massage it before you can eat it?"
We both took bites of our food, thinking about how the three of us--TRQ, the Coach, and I--often met for lunch at the Bistro.
"Dad hated this place," I said.
"Yes," TRQ said. "Yes, he did."
And we both burst out laughing.