For the first time ever, Sandy arrived at Claude’s before Brad. He opted for a table in a quiet corner and ordered bruschetta and two beers to be brought to the table when Brad arrived. He didn’t wait long.
‘Ordered anything?’ Brad asked, after shaking his friend’s hand.
‘Yes. On its way.’
‘You are scaring me with that face. Uncle Walton had the same face last week when I met him for lunch. He had bad news. Do you have bad news?’
Sandy’s brow creased and he shook his head slightly. Brad waited.
The drinks were put in front of them, and the bruschetta sat in the middle of the table.
‘Would you like to order anything else?’ the waiter asked.
‘I’ll let you know,’ Sandy said, taking the lead.
‘Ebony is back.’ Brad sipped his beer.
‘Do you know where she has been for the last six month
