"Let's eat, then," Francesca said, moving toward the table. When she reached the booth, she said, "Mr. . . . is going to eat with us."
"Oliver."
"Mr. Oliver."
"No. Oliver Prescott is my name. Oliver Muni Prescott. But—Oliver, please."
"I see." She laughed. "I am Francesca Malloy. This is Maria. And here is Elena." She held an arm out to Elena who was pleased with her conquest of the bathroom. "Elena, this is Oliver. We are sharing a table, today." Elena stared at him.
"I'm almost as big as you," she said.
Maria leaned toward her. "Stupid—you're supposed to say: 'How do you do.' "
"How do you do, Elena," Oliver said. "You are a big girl. Strong too,
I bet."
"Very," she said.
"You have such pretty girls," Oliver said to Francesca.