Diner (4)

"Speak, woman," Henry suddenly orders me.

I roll my eyes and signal the waiter to give me the same drink. However, Henry grabs my forearm and makes a cleaver gesture below his throat at the waiter.

"I think we'll start with some proper explanations before you end up rolling under the table, Lulu!" he tells me, concern shining in his eyes.

"There's nothing more to say. I know Jones, and Jones knows me. Period," I reply, making an exaggerated sucking noise with my straw.

"All right. And can I ask how you even know him?"

"No."

"Did you go to school together?" he asks me, amused.

"No."

"Yes... he looks much older. Oh, I know! You were friends with his wife!"

I nearly choke on my gulp and quickly grab my white napkin and come to rest it against my lips. I let out a sigh and lean my back firmly against my chair.

"That's it. I'm friends with his wife."

Henry suddenly frowns and straightens up, looking in the direction Jones has ta