Blindsight by Robin Cook

“This is starting to sound a bit out of my league,” Lou said.

“I suppose it seems sophomoric and overly analytical,” Laurie agreed. “But the bottom line is that visiting my parents can be fun. Lately I’ve been seeing them about once a week. And I’d love for you to come along. I’d like them to meet someone whom I really respect.”

“Are you pulling my leg?” Lou asked.

“Absolutely not,” Laurie said. “In fact, the more I think about it the more I hope you’ll come. And if you enjoy yourself, maybe you’ll still be willing to take me out to Little Italy tomorrow night.”

“Lady,” Lou said, “you got yourself a deal.”

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