I shook their hands, feeling a bit festive and made my way to the table. Such the gentleman, the waiter pulled out my chair and I sat down, thanking him silently. He said, "Would you like a drink?" "Why yes, a Sprite would do."

"Do you know what you want to order?"

"Grilled shrimp. Two orders. And bring the receipt ahead of time so I can pay it and get it over with."

"Coming right up, would you like anything else?"

"No, I'm ok. And thanks."

"I'll be right back with your drink, ma'am."

When he pivoted, to go take care of my order Mya's eyes looked down at me. She smiled, leaning over and kissed my cheek.
     "Hey, Roz. Have you been here long?"
     I stood up and pulled out her chair. She looked ravishing. I loved the red cassimere sweater and the flowing skirt, which dangled into a split along her right leg. Her make-up, flawless. Every finger had jewelry.
     Her necklace, thin and glittering.
     I got right down to business...