“So why can’t we just meet at the ice cream shop, order a cake in advance, and that’s it? I know they have a party room.” Mona gave him one of those looks. “Really.” He wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement, so he let it lie there. “Would be easier than packing everything up, hauling it to the park, unloading, setting up, party, clean up, reload, get home, unload, and put stuff away.” “You really think you could get away with this?” “Okay, then, the pizza parlor. Bring the cake and presents…” He paused for a moment. “Maybe they would put candles on a pizza or we could.” The look on her face did not bear much hope for his suggestions. He sighed. “All right, what is it you and Marit have hatched?” He knew it was going to be a whole lot like his scenario of all the steps. “If you didn’t want my opinion, why did you ask?” “Good question.
