"She calls this our 'pearl-in-the-grass date,' " Fenty confides. "We were walking along, and I saw a pearl in the grass and I picked it up. Later I sent it to her with a memo."
A memo?
Fenty laughs. "No, no, no, not a memo. That's what I send now. No, I sent her a card, a love card, telling her that she was my pearl in the grass."
We wonder whether city department directors will say after receiving angry missives from the mayor, "Dammit, I just got a love card from Fenty."
P.S. I suppose I should note that I used to do freelance work for the article's writer.