Sunken Pyramid (Rogue Angel)
“She’d had a light breakfast, figuring that would be better for hours of diving. And now she was famished. Three in the afternoon, a perfect time for “linner,” and thinking of Rembert’s term made her think of him. She called him after saying goodbye to Bobby; it went right to voice mail. Maybe he had gone back to New York.
She walked down South Main and into a restaurant called Blue Moon. The window advertised Creole-style food. Annja had been raised in an orphanage in New Orleans and had le...arned to love the flavors of all the restaurants on Bourbon Street. A cute kid, she’d been able to get samples from the cooks with a smile and a thank-you. She sat by the window and opened a menu, scanned it and waved for the waitress, who was reading a fashion magazine at the cash register.
“Lemonade,” Annja started. “Pink if you have it. Deep-fried mushrooms for an appetizer, a Caesar salad, the Cajun chicken-breast sandwich and waffle fries.”MoreLess
She walked down South Main and into a restaurant called Blue Moon. The window advertised Creole-style food. Annja had been raised in an orphanage in New Orleans and had le...arned to love the flavors of all the restaurants on Bourbon Street. A cute kid, she’d been able to get samples from the cooks with a smile and a thank-you. She sat by the window and opened a menu, scanned it and waved for the waitress, who was reading a fashion magazine at the cash register.
“Lemonade,” Annja started. “Pink if you have it. Deep-fried mushrooms for an appetizer, a Caesar salad, the Cajun chicken-breast sandwich and waffle fries.”MoreLess
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