^. “That’s it!” She declared and basically refused to walk not even for my all-you-can-listen collection of Beatles CDs. We were in the Country Club Plaza in Kansas City, Missouri. It’s a warm Sunday afternoon and the Plaza was not-too-surprisingly overwhelmed with happy-cheery shoppers. We stopped in front of the LatteLand Espresso & Tea Café and I unfortunately had to charge into the café like a wounded sea lion just to get a small cup of Caffe Mocha for her.

“Phew.” I said and watched her taking her sweet time to drink her Caffe Mocha like the long-long-long Mahler’s Symphony No. 3. Six movements and all that. When we finally reached the Bloch Building of the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, it was about to close, giving us just enough time for a quick visit to its comfy restrooms with Sol LeWitt’s Conceptual sculpture 1 3 5 7 9 11 conceptually yelling at us to hurry up.

“So,” she said, “how about dinner?”