“And bring your friend,” said Mrs. Braddocks laughing. She was a Canadian and had all their easy social graces.
“Thanks, we’ll be in,” I said. I went back to the small room.
“Who are your friends?” Georgette asked.
“Writers and artists.”
“There are lots of those on this side of the river.”
“Too many.”
“I think so. Still, some of them make money.”
“Oh, yes.”
We finished the meal and the wine. “Come on,” I said. “We’re going to have coffee with the others.”
Georgette opened her bag, made a few passes at her face as she looked in the little mirror, re-defined her lips with the lipstick, and straightened her hat.