Terrell clearly did mind but wasn’t about to say anything. He gave a stiff nod and then gestured to them as a waiter approached their table.
Myrtle said, “I’ll have a Blonde Dubonnet, please.”
“Gin and tonic,” said Miles to the waiter.
The waiter nodded and hurried away.
Myrtle attempted a softball approach to conversation with Terrell. “I hear the fish were biting today?”
“Yes. Yes, indeed they were. A decent catch, wouldn’t you say, Miles?” said Terrell.
“I was pleased with it,” said Miles. “It will be nice to have some salmon at home to remind me of the trip.”
Terrell nodded and then returned to his crossword, clearly indicating that it was a good deal more interesting than his current companions.
Myrtle was scrounging for conversational topics, but came up with nothing. She ope
