56I stood and grabbed the empty beer bottles. “We each earned another cold one.”
Pat beamed. “I like a woman who pays her debts promptly.”
Seconds later, his boots were back on his feet. He thumped down the steps behind me.
The stairway decanted us onto the main level. The formal living room was on the left. Sunshine poured in through the tall windows overlooking the street.
My rectangular dining table looked spectacular. Covered by a white linen cloth, it sported three place settings at one end.
Dinner plates with a blue-and-white seagull design gleamed in the sunlight.
I breathed in the heady aroma of simmering tomato sauce.
Pat eyed the table. “To get a seat in this restaurant, I better put on a tie and jacket.”
I laughed. “Marina scolds me for not using the dishes I bought in C
