Twenty-Three
“SO, ARE ARTHUR AND Guinevere going to make it?”
I laugh and say, “Are those your nicknames for Nate and Gladys now?”
“I happen to know Camelot is Gladys’ favorite musical,” Helen says. “So?”
I shrug. “They talked and there was no bloodshed, so I’d say things look promising.”
“Well, good,” Helen says. “One less thing to worry about.”
“Hey, can we not talk about them while we’re eating?” I say. “It’s been a while since we’ve been out together.”
“Sure, I’m all for that,” she says. She picks up her menu and says, “Oh, The Bistro’s added a couple of new menu items. Hmm. And I am hungry.”
“I’m probably just going to have my usual,” I say, closing the menu.
“Oh, I knew that,” Helen says, still studying the menu.
“You did? How?”
She looks at me. “Because, Tom, we always go
