Chapter 89

A waiter appeared at the table and filled the new arrivals’ glasses with wine. “Are you gentlemen ready to order?” he said.

“We need a minute or two to look at the menu,” Tom said.

“Very good, Sir, I’ll return when you’re ready.”

“Need a recommendation?” William said.

“Thanks,” Tom said, “but I just spotted the word ‘salmon’, and that did it for me.”

“Me too,” Noah said.

William raised a finger just above shoulder level, and the waiter seemed to materialize out of thin air. He took their orders, retrieved the menus, and then departed.

“Now that’s service,” Noah said.

“Yeah,” Henry said.

“Before I forget about it,” Tom said, “did you guys get my e-mail about the organ? And if so, what do you think?”

“We think it sounds great,” William said, “and more importantly, so does our grandmother.”

“What e-mail?” Noah said.

“Don’t you remember me telling you?” Tom said.

“No, or I wouldn’t have asked you that question.”