FIVE
It was noisy outside Juliet’s—and much too sunny. I stepped eagerly into the dimly lit restaurant. I looked around. The restaurant was noisy, too, and nearly full. On the other side of the room was the patio, surrounded by ferns and trees. I bet it was quieter out there.
Where was Hayword?
I had forgotten to call him and tell him I was twenty minutes out. Maybe they weren’t here yet.
Then I saw Hayword stand up. He was outside on the patio. His long lanky figure seemed to unfold itself from his chair. He smiled when he saw me, like David had earlier, and he waved. I waved back and hurried across the restaurant floor and out onto the patio.
Hayword walked toward me and took my hand. He squeezed it. His way of reassuring me, I supposed. He held out a chair for me and I turned and s
