"Two minutes."
"Very pretty friend," Gilbert said. "Too good for you. May I get you a drink?"
"Lillet on the rocks, please." Mo was wearing linen slacks and an open weave cotton sweater. She rarely used make up; touches of eye shadow made her seem especially dressed up. Morgan and Edie walked down the wide back steps of the hotel and across the courtyard beneath the banyan tree. Joe waved.
"More friends," he said. They moved to a table. "Did your window open?"
"Oh, yes," Edie said, nodding. "It was very satisfying." Her face was open and cheerful; her eyebrows curved; her cheeks curved; her mouth curved widely around and up at the corners. Beneath the curves she had a strong head.
"So, Morgan . . . Waikiki, Diamond Head . . . " Joe stretched out his arm.
"Yes," Morgan said in his most approving manner.
"What do you do here?" Edie asked Mo.
"I have a small photography business."
"How wonderful," Edie said. "I am talent-less." One corner of Morgan's mouth twitched. Mo sipped her Lillet.