***
The waiter had barely handed out the menus when Serena raised one finger.
“Three shrimp cocktails, two bottles of your best red, and extra bread.”
Henry lowered his menu. “That sounds like a lot.”
“It’s your birthday,” Serena said.
Then she smiled at me. “Besides, our walking credit card finally got that promotion.”
“That sounds like a lot.”
“I didn’t get a promotion,” I said.
Serena blinked. “Really? Chris said things were going great.”
I turned to him. “Did you?”
Chris stared at the steak list. “She misunderstood.”
A few people laughed anyway.
“Are you going to correct the rest?” I asked.
“Did you?”
“It’s harmless,” he murmured. “Leave it.”
Serena leaned toward her sons. “Get whatever you want. Grandpa only turns sixty-five once.”
