Megan looks at the grandmother steadying her carrying bag with one hand on the ticket booth counter, rummaging through it with the other hand, while taking moments to tell her four grandchildren if they don’t stop their bad behavior that they will not get to ride on the steamboat tour of the Mississippi River. Megan wishes that the woman would hurry. She glances at her husband, Donald, standing beside her, the reason they’re in New Orleans. It was his idea, a weekend get-away to rekindle the heat in their marriage, chilled by the doctor’s bad news. They agreed to wait to have children but after ten years the wait became unnecessary. The female in the ticket booth using a microphone calls for the next customer. Donald steps to the window. Megan follows, once there, steps to the side, turns her back to the advertising wall, lean against it, looks at the line of people waiting to buy tickets. A young muscular woman, wearing a black tee shirt, with capital letters F B I in red. Megan strains her eyes to read the smaller letters in white that together with the capital letters reads female body inspector. The woman stands next to another woman and they’re holding hands. Megan looks at the woman in the black tee shirt; they’re eyes seems to meet that makes Megan cower, look at the ground. She peeks at the woman who seems to be ogling her halter-top making her side step closer to Donald. He looks at her, smiles.
At the gangplank, before boarding the steamboat, a souvenir photographer of the moment does her best to get Megan and Donald to do something lovable other than standing next to each other; Megan looks into the crowd, waiting their turn, sees the woman in the black tee shirt who appears to be leering her body that makes her move closer to Donald who hugs her waist.
On the steamboat, it is in motion. Donald and Megan sit on deck chairs to view the historic sites that the tour announcer points out. During an explanation of a site, Megan leans forward to get a better view, sees the woman in the black tee shirt with her companion coming up the stairway; she seems to peer at Megan who snaps back to avoid eye contact. She grabs Donald hand.
In the steamboat’s dining hall, it reminds Megan of a Tampa restaurant that they used to visit when they were dating. She recalls that it would allow couples to order a meal on a large plate to eat from together. Donald called it their Lady and the Tramp moment.
“I have to use the washroom,” she says.
“Okay, I’ll grab a table,” he says.
Megan leaves the lady’s room, looks over the crowd for Donald. She sees him waving, strolls to him; the closer that she gets to him the more she realizes that there’s one plate on the table. She hurries through the aisle not noticing the woman in the black tee shirt.