Midge takes a long drink of her water. “I think she’ll like you begrudgingly,” she tells him. “After she sizes you up. Susie doesn’t want anything to distract me from my career, but I think you two will get along.” Neither of them take any shit and they both have a distaste for socializing.

Her face lights up at his question. “Yes, absolutely,” Midge says with a grin. “I was going to invite you anyway. I’ll write down the address of the club before we leave tomorrow morning.”