Diner (3)

I start to answer, but a ringing cell phone interrupts me.

Jones pulls out the phone and gets up, apologizing. He goes away from the table and goes to answer it further away.

"Damn it, Lucia! You've known Jones personally all this time, and you kept quiet! Speak up, woman!" he says in a voice of mixed excitement and curiosity.

I let out a sigh and am so annoyed that I down my mojito in one gulp. Then I signal to a waiter, "The same. Double the rum, please."

Henry gives me the stink eye but doesn't dare say anything.

"I told you this man is dangerous, Henry. The less you know, the better," I reply, shaking my head.

Henry starts to protest but stops immediately.

Jones is back and takes his place beside us. He leaves the screen of his cell phone turned up and what I see there tears my heart.

"Do you have children, Mr. Jones? May I see them?" asks Henry, giving him a big smile.

Jones just grins back at him and swallows his bourbon hard.