She glanced around at the others still perusing their menus and decided to do the same. The café specialised in fish and goat meat. She thought she’d try the goat.
The waiter returned and hovered expectantly over by Francois. With a quick glance around the group, he placed his order and the others did the same. The waiter had reached Carol when Richard returned, sat down and picked up his menu. Simon’s seat remained empty.
‘I’m trying the goat,’ Clarissa said to Richard, hoping to help him make up his mind. The sooner they ate, the sooner they would be away from this awkward lunch party.
‘I hear it’s greasy.’
‘A little grease won’t hurt.’
‘I think I prefer the fish.’
‘Then have the fish.’
The waiter had started taking down Fred and Margaret’s orders. He was moving through the group
