She took a fritter and set it down without taking a bite.

“I asked him about the bank letter,” Megan said.

“The one with your birthday in it.

He said the bank made a mistake.”

“What did you say back?”

“I said the bank doesn’t make that kind of mistake six times.” She twisted the ring again.

“He told me I was being dramatic.

Then Cheryl walked in and asked if I’d picked up the place cards.”