Twenty-Six Years Ago
Angelo lowers his voice. “I’ll have to move you along tomorrow night, Mitch.”
She looks up from her seat at the bar, frowning, and lays her copy of National Geographic on her lap. “Have I upset someone?”
“No, not at all, but there’s a wedding party in here tomorrow. They’re having the reception downstairs then coming up here for the evening. You know….” He nods towards the curtained-off stage area at the end of the room, shrugging apologetically. “…. DJ, dancing and all that. Sorry, but it’s only for the one night.”
“Fair enough. I’ll probably settle down in the lobby instead then.”
He winks. “Keep a low profile then.”
*****
David, carrying a stack of cake-boxes, halts in mid-stride, staring across the lobby to the seating area near the window.
The woman who si
