Lisa slid onto the stool and ordered a hot lemonade. It had just arrived when the waitress tapped Hannah on the shoulder to say that their table was ready.

“Do you want to sit with us, Bonnie?” Hannah asked.

“Thanks for the offer, but Trudi should be here any minute now. I’ll just stay here and wait for her. I don’t want to go in the dining room quite yet. Tory is still holding court with the actors.”

Lisa waited until they got to the doorway to the dining room, and then she leaned close to Hannah. “Is Herb here?”

“No.”

“Good! At least I think it’s good. How about Phyllis?”

“No.” Hannah saw the expression on Lisa’s face and hurried to reassure her. “But just because neither one of them is here doesn’t mean that they’re together.”

“True. And I’m too hungry to worry about it right now.” Lisa took a seat at the table the waitress had indicated and picked up the menu. “I don’t really need this. I know exactly what I want. I’ve been thinking about it for almost an hour now.”

Their waitress had carried in their drinks from the bar and she set them on cocktail napkins. “How do you like our new napkins?”

Hannah lifted her drink and saw that the napkin had a picture of a bear on it. “Is that Albert?” she asked, referring to the stuffed grizzly bear that guarded the entrance to the dining room.

“Yes, it’s Albert. The boss hired a photographer to take the picture and had the napkins printed. Everybody loves Albert.” The waitress pulled an order book from her apron pocket and turned to Lisa. “I can take your order right now, if you want.”

“I want.” Lisa gave a little laugh. “I’ll have a double cheeseburger with a side order of onion rings and three pickles.”

“Mustard or ketchup for your burger?”

“Both, please. And a bowl of bleu cheese dressing.”

“You want a small green salad, too?” the waitress asked Lisa.

“No. I just like to dip my onion rings in the dressing.” Lisa grinned at Hannah. “I got it from her. That’s what Hannah does with her French fries.”

“It sounds good. I’ll have to try it sometime.” The waitress turned to Hannah. “And what can I get for you?”

“Exactly the same thing, but I want French fries instead of onion rings. And just put a little extra dressing in that bowl for me.”

The waitress laughed. “You can have your own bowl of dressing. It’s not like I wash the dishes around here.”

Hannah waited until their waitress had left, and then she leaned forward. “Well? Did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You know what I mean.”

Lisa nodded. “Yes. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it.”

“I figured you would. And we are talking about the same thing, aren’t we?”