Chapter 9When I arrive at the café for lunch with Marjorie the place is jumping and every table is full, mostly with tourists. They all seem to be wearing the tourist uniform of shorts and t-shirts and the level of noise is almost unbearable. It only takes me a moment to spot Marjorie; she is, as usual, impeccably dressed and therefore stands out from the rabble. Today she's wearing a figure hugging, grey coloured, straight skirt with a tailored blouse which accentuates her feminine curves. She's currently wearing her hair shoulder length and it's coloured a rich brown. Her makeup is light and perfect. On the seat beside her, she has casually discarded her bag and her jacket and on the table in front of her is a demi pichet de rouge. I notice she's already poured herself a glass of the dee
