what she 'd asked for back then had been quite simple : overwhelmed with the new burdens of motherhood , she 'd wanted to feel like a woman again , at least for an evening , and had dropped various hints in advance about what such a romantic evening might entail-clothes laid out on the bed for her , flowers , a limousine to whisk us to a quiet restaurant , a table with a lovely view , quiet conversation without worrying that she had to rush home .