The bartender looked up and said, “Hi. Can I help you?”

Ellen stepped to the bar. “Yes … yes. In a minute. But first I’d like … can you tell me where the ladies’ room is?”

“End of the bar, turn right. First door on your left.”

“Thank you.” Ellen walked quickly down the length of the bar, turned right, and went into the ladies’ room.

She stood in front of the mirror and held out her right hand. It trembled, and she clenched it into a fist. Calm down, she said to herself. You have to calm down or it’s no use. It’s lost. She felt that she was sweating, but when she put a hand inside her dress and felt her armpit, it was dry. She combed her hair and surveyed her teeth. She remembered something a boy she had once gone out with had said: Nothing turns my stomach faster than seeing a girl with a big piece of crud between her teeth. She looked at her watch: 12:35.

She went back into the restaurant and looked around. Just the same people, the bartender, and a waitress standing at the bar, folding napkins.

The waitress saw Ellen come around the corner of the bar and she said, “Hello. May I help you?”

“Yes. I’d like a table, please. For lunch.”

“For one?”

“No. Two.”

“Fine,” said the waitress. She put down a napkin, picked up a pad, and walked Ellen to a table in the middle of the room. “Is this all right?”

“No. I mean, yes. It’s fine. But I’d like to have that table in the corner booth, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” said the waitress. “Any table you like. We’re not exactly full.” She led Ellen to the table, and Ellen slipped into the booth with her back to the door. Hooper would be able to find her. If he came. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Yes. A gin and tonic, please.” When the waitress left the table, Ellen smiled. It was the first time since her wedding that she had had a drink during the day.

The waitress brought the drink, and Ellen drank half of it immediately, eager to feel the relaxing warmth of alcohol. Every few seconds, she checked the door and looked at her watch. He’s not going to come, she thought. It was almost 12:45. He got cold feet. He’s scared of Martin. Maybe he’s scared of me. What will I do if he doesn’t come? I guess I’ll have some lunch and go back to work. He’s got to come! He can’t do this to me.

“Hello.”

The word startled Ellen. She hopped in her seat and said, “Oh!”

Hooper slid into the seat opposite her and said, “I didn’t mean to scare you. And I’m sorry I’m late. I had to stop for gas, and the station was jammed. The traffic was terrible. And so much for my excuses. I should have left more time. I am sorry.” He looked into her eyes and smiled.