"Hi Honey." I dropped my briefcase and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Sorry I'm so late. Fridays are always a madhouse."

Jack pouted like a cranky child. "Other guys come home, their wives have dinner waiting. Friday nights, maybe they meet them at the door in a negligee. I gotta have a hotshot lawyer for a wife. Double income doesn't equate to domestic bliss. It means I go hungry."

I'd half-expected this. It was more than I needed following the week from hell at work. But I smiled at Jack and spoke with a soft voice. "I'll order takeout."

"I'm fed up with all that fast food. I wanna go out."

"Aw, Honey, it's Friday night. We can't get a table at the last minute. I'll order takeout, but I promise you, this will be the last time."

"Okay, but order something special."

"How about Luigi's? We haven't tried their takeout yet and I've heard good things about them from my mob clients."

I went upstairs and dialed Luigi's, using the private number on the card Luigi Petronelli had given me. Luigi answered the phone himself. "Hi, Luigi. I'd like to take advantage of the takeout service you offered me today. Uh huh. Yes, that's my address. Where will you, uh, dispose of the leftovers? The city dump? Would I like flies with that? Oh, Luigi, you're a card. This is perfect - glad you can handle my order before the weekend. My husband insisted on going out tonight."