"Mary!" Tami called. "Joey's called he will be here in a few minutes."

"Okay!" Mary yelled back. She was in the bathroom that was connected to her room.

Mary loved all of the color in the bathroom. It was a sea green. But the shower curtain and towels were light blue. Mary thought that they contrasted well.

Mary quickly fixed her blush.

Then Mary heard a car pull up.

She was excited to see that it was Joey. Mary had been out of the hospital for two weeks now.

Joey had moved it to his huge house and Mary was going to rent an apartment, but Tami wouldn't hear of it. "Come on!" she had said. "Stay with me! It will be like one long continuous slumber party!"

Anyways Joey had drove down from his house to take Mary out to dinner. A dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town.

Before Mary ran out the door she looked at her self in the mirror one more time.

Tami had helped her pick out her dress. It was a dark purple, sleeveless. The top was form fitting (not to tight though) then a ribbon that was just a little lighter then the dress was wrapped around her and tied into a bow (the bow was off to her right side). It got looser.

Mary's had curled her hair so now it was hanging down in loose curls. She had parted it to the side and used a purple hair clip to keep it out of her face.

Mary also held a small purple clutch. Mary normally didn't like to carry around clutches (they were so easy to lose) but she Tami had insisted it completed the look, an Mary had to admit, she was right

Mary quickly ran outside, said a quick goodbye to Tami, and climbed in Joey's black Mercedes.

"Hi." he said. "How is your arm doing.?" Ever since the incident, Joey had been very protective of Mary.

"It's fine, Joey. You asked me this morning, and I said it felt fine!" She said rolling her eyes.

"Sorry. I just wondered if you felt like going anywhere." He said backing out of the driveway

"Yes." Mary answered. "I have been looking forward to it all day!" she paused. "What is the name of the restaurant? I forgot."

"bouillabaisse." he said. It sounded like he said, "bule ya bass"

"What? How do you bule something!? And I don't have a bass!" Mary said jokingly.

Joey didn't say anything, he just pulled on his blue and red tie.

Mary wondered what could be making Joey so nervous. He was never nervous. Not even when he was performing in front of all those people.

Then despite herself, Mary glanced in the rear view mirror. She had tried not to worry about it, but the police had never found the man, so she found herself constantly checking to see if she was being followed.

Joey saw her looking in the mirror and said, "Are you sure you wouldn't feel safer at home, not to worry you or anything, but they never did find that man."

"No, Joey" I want to go." Mary said sighing. "I don't even know why I check, I mean he knows the police will be looking for him, so he wouldn't dare come back."

Joey nodded. Then wiped his hand on his pants, as if he was wiping away the sweat on his palms.

"Umm… Joey." Mary started. "What's the matter? Why are you so nervous?"

"Huh?" He said snapping back into the real world. "I am not nervous. I was just… thinking about something."

Then the car pulled into "Bouillabaisse." and he said. "Okay here where are."

As Joey backed the car into a parking space, Mary's thoughts wandered.

"The word Bouillabaisse isn't spelled like it sounds." she thought "The French language is so difficult to understand! But I bet the French find the English language difficult. It is really, I mean why is there a silent g in gnat and why is there a silent k in know! In fact, why is there silent letters at all!"

They stepped out of the car and walked inside. Then they walked up to the maitre d' and Joey said. "Table fore two."

"Oh course sir" The man said. "Do you have reservations?"

"I do." Joey answered. "They are under the name Joey Parker."

"Oh course sir. Henri will show you to your table." he said gesturing to a young man.

The man lead them to their tables and handed them their menus

The maitre d' had been rather round, had brown thinning hair and spoke with a proper French accent. The waiter was tall and wiry, had shaggy blonde hair and spoke with an accent Mary could tell was being faked.

The asked for some sweet tea and a diet coke, and after the waiter clumsily brought them, Mary looked around the room.

Excluding the kitchen, the whole restaurant was one huge room. Every table was covered with a white tablecloth and had a small candle in the middle. In fact. There was no other source of light then the candles. It made things hard to see; but Mary found it quite romantic. Especially since their was a small quartet playing soft instrumental songs.

"Miss?" she Henri said, snapping Mary out of her thoughts.

"Oh!" she said. "I am sorry. What?"

"What will you eat?" Henri said, looked very annoyed.

"Umm… why don't you ask Joey first… I am not ready." Mary said.

"He already did." Joey said. Looking a bit annoyed himself.

"Ahh… what is the foey grass?" she asked mispronouncing foie gras.

"F way Gray?" Henri asked, using the correct pronunciation. Mary nodded. "It is fatty goose liver, in a rich tangy sauce, topped with fresh mustard seeds"

"No…" Mary mumbled. If looks could kill, Henri would be going to jail for Mary's murder.

"Just pick something!" Joey whispered to her.

"I can't!" she mouthed to him.

"Uhhh." Mary said franticly searching the menu for a food she recognized. Henri had turned was bright red and looked like he was going to scream. What was worse was people were being to turn and stare at the spectacle.

"Just give her the pot au feu!' Joey announced. Henri quickly spun around and practically ran back to the kitchen.

"Thanks." Mary mumbled.

Joey chuckled.

"What?" Mary said.

"You have to admit that was pretty funny." He laughed.

"No it wasn't." Mary giggled. "Did you see the way he looked at me!?"

The both laughed.

After their laughter had died down. Mary asked, "What is pot au fue anyway?"

"A type of beef stew." "Okay." Mary said. "What did you order?"

"Bouillabaisse"

"I thought that was the name of the restaurant?"

"It is. The restaurant is named and famous for it." "What is it?"

"A type of fish soup."

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, and Henri was more relaxed by the time the finished their dessert.

Then just when Mary thought they were going to go, Joey told her to sit still and keep her eyes closed.

Yes all the French dishes are real as are their pronunciation.