"There's a tube labeled 'burn cream' in there," she said. "But, this is pretty minor." Still," said Thule. "I would like to treat it. Plus..." he held...up his hand, the back of which had an angry red splotch on it."How did that happen?" asked Marigold."The second candle," said Thule. "When I grabbed it, wax spilled."Marigold remembered the moment. Thule must have been in remarkable pain, but he'd just stood firm, not pulling away, not letting Maya dump another full candle on her. Marigold felt. She frowned a bit at the interruption, and reached up to dry her hands on a towel, then took the phone. She looked at the number in the display, and smiled. A call on the 900 line had been transferred to her. Evidently, one of her "friends" was in need of her.It had been very clever of Francois to start a 900-number phone service aimed at his club's clientele. Several of the girls, including Anita, had agreed to be available for calls a couple of days a week, calls from guys who had seen them. "Thank you for bringing me here."It didn't surprise me that she'd been here before. While the restaurant was exclusive, it wasn't difficult--with the right planning and lead time--to get reservations. And it was expensive, but Kate could have easily afforded it. Or, I thought to myself, the men she had dated could have as well, most likely.I put that thought out of my mind as the doors opened and a young woman entered, carrying a basket of bread and a pitcher of water. She set the bread on the. I’m a new transfer here, just trying to rehearse. Are you a theater major too?”As shocking as this was, first that she would be talking to me, and second that I would have the nerve to talk to her, I started small talk…“No, I’m a broadcast film major. I usually run the projector here and just saw you and figured I’d…”I ran out of anything helpful to say to finish that sentence. Feeling really nervous, and wanting to run out the nearest door, I was very gratified that she just jumped right.