Three Strikes And You're Dead
“It was not the best weather for eating al fresco, but since the dining room inside was closed to us, Carter and I had agreed to take a table in the restaurant’s patio and garden. Our hostess had apologized for the inconvenience. A private party, she said, had taken over the inside of the restaurant for the evening. We were lucky there was any table available. As it turned out, we were the only ones seated outside. Carter took off his jacket and hung it from the back of the chair. He loosened ...his tie and rolled up his sleeves. The waitress arrived and handed each of us a leather-bound menu. “Good evening, folks. I’m Florence,” she said. “Can I get you something to drink?” Carter wasted no time ordering an iced tea. “Make that two.” I put down the menu. “Isn’t this a pretty place,” I said when the waitress had gone. The patio, paved with yellow and rust-colored Saltillo tiles, was bordered by several saguaro cacti, the waxy white bloom of which is the Arizona state flower.MoreLess
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