CHAPTER FIVE
The restaurant the girls chose to have dinner at was loaded with atmosphere. It was a dark little Italian place with small round tables covered with red and white checkered cloths. Barbara made sure they were seated in the most remote corner of the restaurant, and then let the men take her coat.
"Nice place," Jim said, sitting between the two girls. He faced Ward.
"Yeah," the other man said. "Who picked it out?"
"We both did," Sarah said.
"You two have gotten pretty chummy since you met," Jim said, breaking a breadstick in two and devouring it.
"Why not? We have a lot in common," Barbara said.
"Certainly," Sarah added. "We both like the same men, and our men like the same women."
Jim shopped chewing and stared at Barbara, then at Sarah. His eyes lit up, showing even in
