My Dinner with Passive-Aggressive

Dancing in the post-coital glow, sauntering in the sunshine of Susan's Saturday off, I was happy when my parent's offered to pick us up and take us to dinner at a Nashville institution called Houston's, sadly like so much else in this narrative-no longer there. I was excited because I had finally, if only metaphorically broken the barrier and I always enjoyed Houston's. Well, Susan seemed dissatisfied with the menu selections, the ambiance, all around disgruntled but not mournful as someone would be who had just lost something precious. As dinner progressed, Susan stopped eating and seemed angry. I tried to ascertain what was wrong, worrying that her kidney stone(s) might be returning and she balled, "You've taken my virginity and you can just go on so blithely." This was uttered with my parents sitting aghast across the booth. I had not believed her claim of innocence in the first place, but her behavior in so public a place was beyond the pale. How could a professional woman comport herself this way? I said, "As to whether I stole something-I am certain it was a gift given, willingly bestowed-as to your virginity-I will be forever grateful, but I have always thought that to be a matter between a person and their conscience and the Lord." Susan stormed out but did not walk towards her condo but to my parent's car in the parking lot. We barely had time to pack our uneaten meals; she had departed in such a huff.