reservations were usually first names and phone numbers. Good. I needed an opportunity to write down everyone whoâd reserved for that time period. Without getting permission or getting caught. Iwas digging for my pen when Chelsea walked toward the desk. She nodded to me and said, âIâll be right with you.â She led the newcomers to a table, handed out menus with a flourish and returned before I found my pen.
âHi. Iâm Chelsea. I understand you want to speak to me?â she said. Up close, she looked older and wiser than her foxy grin and spiky hair suggested.
I tried a new approach. âIâm looking for a friend. Itâs a matter of life and death.â True enough, if somewhat misleading. âI saw her having lunch with another woman, sometime in late July. They sat there.â I pointed. âMy friend is medium-tall, a little bit plump, dark auburn hair, mid-forties, attractive but not stunning. She was wearing a linen suit, professional looking.â I stopped. âShe came here quite often.â
âHmmm,â she said. âI remember meals, not faces or clothes.â
âI donât know what she ate. She had an alligator handbag, if that helps.â
She gave a short bark of laughter. âIt doesnât. And to tell you the truth, I donât even remember meals that long after Iâve served them. Well, sometimes I remember faces, but Iâd have to see her. You donât have a photo?â
âThatâs part of the problem. Thereâs not a picture anywhere of her. She was diabetic, though. Maybe she needed special meals. Does that ring a bell?â
âJasmine might know. Sheâs got a knack for remembering people. She often works that corner. And people are always telling her about their diets and their problems. Sheâs your best bet.â
âCan I talk to Jasmine?â
âSheâs not on shift right now.â
âWhen will she be here?â
âNot sure. She works a couple of jobs. Sheâs putting herself through university. Hang on, Iâll check the schedule. It might take a couple of minutes, weâre really frantic, as you can see.â
âIâll wait.â
âYou having lunch?â
âYes, Iâd like that table.â I pointed to the window where Iâd last seen Laura lunching.
âSure. Thatâs one of mine today.â
I sat down at the table with relief, because I was feeling a bit woozy. It crossed my mind that I hadnât eaten for a long time, despite my sistersâ best efforts. I loved the Maisieâs Eatery menu.
âIâll order too,â I said. âSomething with chicken. Pick the best one. And a cappuccino for dessert.â
âYou want soup or salad?â
âSure. Surprise me there, too.â
I waited and watched Chelsea whirl from table to table. I used the time to try to remember what Lauraâs companions had looked like. Being in the same spot helped. One had dark hair, I knew that much, pulled back in a sleek ponytail. I wondered if she might have been Sylvie after eighteen years. I didnât think so. The eyes had been too dark, the cheekbones too prominent. But then I wasnât sure how accurate my impression had been.
Fifteen minutes later, I had my lunch, hot and sour soup, followed by chicken with coconut and fruit.
My cappuccino arrived with a bonus. Chelsea said somewhat breathlessly, âYouâre in luck. Jasmineâs in at five-thirty. Thatâs not a bad time to talk. The restaurant doesnât get overwhelming until later. You wonât have much luck if you come when weâre full. The ownerâs here and, well, youâll see.â
I could see my day going even further down the toilet.âCould you give me Jasmineâs address? That would save me a lot of time.â I tried to smile harmlessly, but she wasnât buying it.
âNo chance. Iâm pushing our policy by giving
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