Chapter Nineteen
The Rathskeller was a small cafe that stood midway between Roxanne’s boutique and Caroline’s gallery. There were about two dozen tables, uniquely placed in the room where the floor had been raised and lowered in different spots to create private places to dine and share the intimacy of a cozy conversation. Roxanne and Caroline picked a table in the loft, away from everything else; though they could still easily see the rest of the dining room. It was Roxanne’s favorite perch. She relished the drama, watching other people come and go, glancing at new couplings, and trying to read the lips of their intriguing conversation—in general keeping her watchful eye on everything and everyone in Mesquite Shores. And, of course, Roxanne knew everything for being so plainly nosey.
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