Chapter 48

"Move over. I can't see!" said Felice.

"There's nothing to see." Isobel had an unobstructed view of Stan and Frank from her position at the U-shaped banquette. "They're just talking."

James, who was sandwiched in between Felice and Isobel, craned his neck to look. "That's a guy? That's Stan?

"I think he looks pretty good," Delphi said. "Not everyone can rock curls," she added, plumping her own.

Felice poured some Cabernet from the bottle Isobel had ordered to secure the table. "Anyone else want some?"

"I'll have some," Delphi said. "Isobel?"

"No." As Felice tipped the bottle inquiringly toward her brother, Isobel repeated, more forcefully, "No."

"James?" Felice asked.

Before he could respond, Isobel took the bottle and set it down in front of Felice. "No!"

Felice shrugged. "Whatever. More for me." She took an enormous gulp of wine, then picked up the bottle and topped off her glass.

James flashed Isobel a grateful look. "How did you get this table?"