Chapter 64

“So, cutie,” she said to Tom, “what do you do?”

“Dr. Foster,” George said, “teaches at UNF, and he’s organist and choirmaster at the Church of the Good Shepherd.”

“I’m impressed,” she said.

“Deb,” George said, eyeing her costume, “let me guess—you’re playing Auntie Mame.”

“Close,” she said. “Lance is putting on a production of Mame, the musical.”

“Why?” George said.

“What do you mean why?” she said.

“Deb,” George said with exaggerated patience, “Rosalind Russell owned the role of Auntie Mame. It would be a sin for anyone else to attempt it, and the musical made an outrageous mockery of the part.”

“Rosalind Russell is dead,” she said.

“True,” George said, “and they should have retired both her jersey and the role permanently.”

A rather flamboyant man at a nearby table called out, “Yoo hoo, Deborah,” so she excused herself and went to the other table.

“Bye, Debbie,” Mike said.

She gave him the finger.