I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s just the name,” I told him. “I’ve seen Brothers in Arms. Youre great. The whole audience loved you.” Don looked at me shyly and smiled. “You really think so?” I laughed. He knew it was true; he just liked hearing it come out of my mouth. “I won't give you the satisfaction,” I said. “I wish you would.” “Enough of that,” I told him. “I’ve told you when I’m free. You do with it what you will.” He stood tall, listening to what I’d said as if I’d given him orders. “OK, Pll cancel Natalie, then. Ill pick you up here on Friday at seven.” I smiled and nodded. “Good night, Don,” I said. “Good night, Evelyn,” he said. I started to shut the door, and he put his hand up, stopping me. “Did you have a good time tonight?” he asked me. I thought about what to say, how to say it. And then I lost control of myself, giddy to feel excited by someone for the first time. “One of the better nights of my life,” I said. Don smiled. “Me too.” The next day, our picture appeared in Sub Rosa magazine with the caption “Don Adler and Evelyn Hugo make quite the pair.”