Marcus and Mart showed up right on time at one o’clock, and, after giving Marcus a quick heads-up on the morning’s events and urging him to get the details from Rocky, Mart and I headed over to Chez Cuisine for lunch. Apparently, I had not yet had enough breakfast-type food because the cheese soufflé called my name as soon as I saw it on the menu. Mart went with the far more sensible salad with a lemon Dijon dressing that looked amazing.
I had pretty much stopped coming to this delightful French café because the owner, Max, was getting on my very last nerve. He had this fervent crush on me, one he wasn’t afraid to flaunt despite my best attempts to put him off and despite his very clear understanding that Daniel and I were together. I missed the food, especially the risotto, but even that
