"Your pick."
Long pause, then, "How about Windows on the World?"
"Sounds good." I guessed one of her school friends had just been. Meaning prestige was on the line. I was right.
"Sharon's dad took her there last weekend for her birthday and it sounded really neat. She said you can see everything. It's probably a lot nicer than Top of the Six's."
Where, in case you hadn't guessed, I'd taken her on her birthday.
"Food's standard, but I think we can piece together a spread that'll meet your guidelines. Will your mother let you go?" Joanna had total weekday custody, and she played it for all it was worth.
"She's got a big date tonight. That creepy real estate guy I told you about. The one with the new silver Saab he thinks is so hot."
"Don't tell me about it. And don't call your mother's friends creeps. I'm sure they're all very nice."
"Want to bet? This guy is total weirdness. But she'll let me go. No sweat. What time?"
When I was a youth, I don't remember young ladies using phrases such as "no sweat." Probably an imperfection of memory, one of many.