if I had....â She left that unfinished.
âAnd Jack McKenzie?â
The waitress saved her from answering, handing them both enormous menus. âI could eat a horse,â Catherine said, glad for the reprieve. She wasnât sure that she was ready to discuss the subject of Jack McKenzie with anyone. Wasnât sure, in fact, what she wanted to say to herself on that score. Her eyes moved down the familiar list of offerings.
âSomething to drink?â the waitress asked, pencil hovering.
âA Dos Equis,â Catherine said. âAnd a pastrami on rye, potato salad on the side.â She closed the menu and slapped it down on the tabletop with a hearty thump.
Sandra said, her eyes studiously regarding her menu, âA green salad, hold the dressing. And an Evian.â
Catherine glowered across the table. âWhat kind of meal is that?â
Sandra smiled sweetly back at her. âIâve picked up a couple of unwanted pounds,â she said.
âAnd I suppose youâre hinting that I might have as well,â Catherine said on a defensive note. She remembered those five pounds her scales had so rudely displayed, which she had since put down to the age of the scales, which surely needed replacing.
âI really hadnât noticed.â Another affectionate smile. Which meant that she had indeed noticed.
âTwo green salads, hold the dressing,â Catherine snapped.
âYou still want the Dos Equis?â the waitress asked, biting back a smile.
âMake it two Evians.â
âAnd Jack McKenzie,â Sandra said.
Catherine wolfed down her salad and sat watching her mother make her way slowly through her own. Sandra was right, of course, she could stand to take off a pound or two, but a salad just couldnât satisfy the soul the way a good pastrami could, in her opinion.
Nevertheless, she managed to wave away the waitressâs suggestion of dessert. âI never have dessert,â she said airily, pretending she hadnât been admiring the piece of lemon-topped cheesecake that had just appeared on a neighboring table.
To take her mind off food, she asked, âDo you think Walter has secrets?â
Sandra looked appropriately surprised. âI think everyone has secrets. What makes you ask?â
âA secret life, I suppose is what I mean. You know, a mistress stashed somewhereâthough I guess now thatâs no longer any of my business.â
âMr. Adams explained to me one day about drug use in school,â Sandra said, in what Catherine thought was rather an odd tangent.
âIsnât that a bit of a non sequitur ?â She thought for a moment while her mother smiled obliquely at her. âAre you suggesting Walter does drugs?â
âMr. Adams said, you could tell the cocaine users because their noses get red and runny, and they sniffle a lot.â
Catherine sipped the last of her Evian and gave that some consideration. Walterâs nose had been reddish lately, and he certainly had been sniffling. âI just imagined it was a grief thing, you know.â
âAnd it may well be. Itâs just something that occurred to me. Are there any large amounts of money missing, from your bank account, for instance? That would be another indication. Drugs do cost money. Apparently quite a lot of it.â
âNo. Well, actually, I donât know. We both have our own bank accounts, so I wouldnât know what kind of shape his is in. And thereâs a joint account, but heâs always handled that. The house payments, cars, all the big stuff, he pays them out of that account. I know, I sound like one of those silly helpless women who canât look after themselves, but really, I just wasnât interested and certainly Iâve always trusted Walter. I havenât even looked at that checkbook in ages.â
They regarded one another across the table for a few seconds. âNo,â Catherine said
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