Not for Lunch My husband retired, and for the first time in over 40 years I had to think about preparing midday meals.

Not for Lunch My husband retired, and for the first time in over 40 years I had to think about preparing midday meals. Tired of it after several months, I said, I married you for better or worse, but not for lunch. Fair enough. From now on I'll make my own, he replied. A few weeks later he had to go downtown on business and invited me to join him afterwards. We could have lunch at that Chinese place we both like, he suggested. I happily agreed. At the restaurant the next day we were seated, and the waiter came to take our order. My husband looked up, a twinkle in his eyes and said, Separate checks, please...