Chapter 15

Soon Ellis was sporting a white mustache, although he was clever enough to bend forward after tucking a napkin into his shirt collar to act as a bib, thus avoiding the worst of the sugar getting into his beard and on his clothes.

Laughing, they finished the beignets, and their coffee, while deciding which animals they wanted to visit at the zoo. Then they left the Café, still brushing off the last remnants of their treat.

“I’m parked by the ferry,” Martin said.

“I’m in the lot right down there,” Ellis replied, pointing.

“Then I’ll accompany you to your car.”

“Does the ferry run this late?” Ellis asked as they walked.

Martin chuckled. “It better. I’m not into sleeping in my car again. And before you take me seriously, I’ve never really done that, and yes it does.”

“I’ve never been on it,” Ellis confessed. “I took the bridge the two times I went to Algiers.”

“Then we have something to add to your to-do list.”