Page 85 of The Leaves In Autumn
“This way, ladies.”
I don’t know why it bothers me. The hostess is at least fifteen years younger and has a right to think of me as a lady. But shit. She brings us to a table for two in the corner of the tall ceiling open space.
“This is fine. We just want the goods,” Layla teases.
“You’ve been here before, then?”
“Oh yeah. We know what we want.”
“I’ll send your server over.”
And she walks off. I hang my shoulder bag over the chair. Layla goes in.
“So let’s get to the good stuff. Any movement in the Aargon Chronicles?”
“I think it’s having a positive effect. I haven’t seen the scowl lately. We played golf the other day and he was talkative.”
“Interesting.”
“And…. there’s one more thing.”
“That’s always the best one.”
“He’s planning a day for my birthday. You know, just because I gave him that party for his, in April. It will be a way to say bon voyage. You know.”
“Just because, huh?”
Layla’s face. She’s not buying it. I knew she’d know.
“I said he could.”
“Of course you did. Why wouldn’t you?”
“I can’t help myself. Even if it sucks me in deeper. Even if I have to pay for it later. I’m a weak bitch.”
“That isn’t true. You’re following your dream, but you want to be around him. I think you should do it and enjoy.”
“You always make me feel better.”
“Of course I would! I’m on your side. Every time, sister. You think it’s going to turn sexual?”
“Oh no. Just being alone with him is enough.”
“That about breaks my heart.”
“Then we are on the same page.”
A blonde, willowy young server approaches with her tablet.
“Morning, ladies! Know what you’d like to order?”
Again.
“I’ll have the Caramel Apple Bread Pudding French Toast.”
Layla hands the menus over.
“I’m going to have the Pressed Shortcakes with Huckleberries.”
