Stone turned to Holly. “He did not. I noticed, though. I just didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah, sure,” Holly replied. “What’s for dinner?”
“I’m having a spinach salad, chopped, and the spaghetti alla carbonara,” Stone said.
“Me, too.”
“All right,” Dino said, “I’ll join you. Why confuse the waiter by ordering something different?”
Frank appeared, and they ordered.
“I’m confused,” Frank said. “You all had the same drinks, and now you’re having the same dinner?”
“What’s confusing about that?” Dino asked.
Frank shook his head and walked away.
Stone’s cell phone vibrated, and he dug it out and flipped it open. “Hello?”
“Stone?”
“Yes, who’s this?”
“It’s Herbie Fisher! How are you?”
Stone groaned. “I’m in the middle of dinner, Herbie. Call me in the morning.”
“Isn’t this great? You’re representing me again!”
“No, it’s not great, Herbie, and my food is getting cold. Call me in the morning.”
“Do I take two aspirin?”
“What?”
“You know, take two aspirin and call me in the morning. Isn’t that what lawyers say?”
“That’s what doctors say, Herbie.”
“Whatever. So you’re going to make these charges go away?”
“I’m going to do the best I can for you, Herbie.”
“Lance said you were going to make them go away.”
“What did you do? What are the charges?”
“Wait a minute. I’ve got the ticket here somewhere.” There was the sound of papers rustling.
“That your new client?” Dino asked, smirking.
“Oh, shut up.”
“Why do I have to shut up?” Herbie asked.
“Not you, Herbie. Did you find the ticket?”
“Well, yeah, but you wanted me to shut up.”