The manager came over to the table. “Everything all right?” he asked.
“Everything’s fine,” I said. “Did you drive down, Lucille?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Then you shouldn’t drink more than ten or fifteen of these cocktails.”
She smiled and we drank.
The manager waited for me to say something after I’d tasted the cocktail. I smacked my lips, put it down and said, “Delicious!”
He reluctantly moved away.
“Come on,” Lucille said. “Come through with the lowdown.”
I said, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Don’t be coy. What’s the answer?”