"I keep moving," she said. "Do you live in Seattle?"
"No, Hawaii."
"Long flight," she said.
"I love it there. Have you been?"
"Once. I stayed in the Royal Hawaiian. Sunsets. A woman in white, like a queen, who sang ballads."
"Yeah, Emma—something, I can't remember. She's famous there. I live in Honolulu, but I don't get to the Royal Hawaiian very often. Can't afford it." Isabelle flicked a wrist dismissively. "You're not missing much."
"You're right about the sunsets. Wonderful." They drank to Hawaiian sunsets.
"So, Joe, you heading back soon?"
"Tomorrow afternoon, Isabelle." He was beginning to like her. "Come on over; we'll have a drink and listen to the Queen sing Aloha Oe. " She held his eye for a moment.
"Maybe I'll do that. I'm going to Banff next—for the music festival.
This is a nice time to be in the Canadian Rockies."