6The next day Molly rushed around getting things organized for her first dinner. She wasn’t thinking haute cuisine or anything too fancy, but she did need to get a decent tablecloth and some new napkins. She sighed as her bank account shrank still further, but pressed on in the hope that the plan would be lucrative enough to cover expenses at the very least. And it gave her something to do besides sit at the computer willing new bookings to show up in her inbox.
By the time cocktail hour rolled around, she was ready to see some friends, and rode her scooter to Chez Papa, a bistro where she could almost always find someone she knew to talk to. Mondays were usually convivial after everyone had been holed up all weekend, and this Monday was no exception—sitting at the bar were Frances, Lapin
