Chapter Fifty-Nine
“Can you believe it? Gaynor Crane, no less, over at Marble’s Marvels tomorrow night.”
Elio paused for a moment. He hovered between the two gentlemen dining. Had he heard that correct? “I’m so sorry, forgive me for eavesdropping, but did you just say Gaynor Crane’s eating over the road tomorrow night?”
The taller of the two gentlemen eyed him with suspicion. “So I heard, yeah. Apparently, some magazine’s doing a piece on the restaurant. Not that I know why, it’ll be gone in a couple of months anyway.”
“The Gaynor Crane? You mean the food critic? She’s coming to Bishops Drake?” Elio had a hard time processing the information.
Dark haired gentleman nodded. “Uh-huh! Apparently so. Are you okay, buddy? You look pale. Do you want a drink of water, or something?”
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