A man at the table to her side raised his empty water glass up to her and she turned to him, slapping his hand. "Mr. Stockwell, if you think I'm gonna...carry that glass over to fill it up, you have another thought coming to you. You wait till I come around with the pitcher like everyone else." The man took his glass back, momentarily chagrined at the rebuttal. He grinned, though, and his friends made fun of him while Mama walked to the next table. From the back, Papa Joe raised his voice in. "Wow!" Zack muttered, feeling vaguely impressed by the selection. All sorts of science fiction and fantasy literature covered the walls and shelves of that section. Some in hard back, some in paper back, and some that even looked a bit tattered. Zack was in heaven. Unfortunately, he realized after a few moments of browsing that even though they had the best selection of old used books that he'd seen, they had almost no real order. They weren't displayed alphabetically as was normal, but instead. One evening, the familiar note came to say the sisters were coming to town on the next day and would come for lunch. A little before the appointed hour Leah, to my surprise, appeared alone! She said that, after the note had been posted, Lana became ill and had been very poorly all night and so could not come to town, though better. The shopping engagement was one of considerable importance to Leah, and therefore she had come up alone; she had called to explain matters to me, but would not stop. ”He stared at her, dumbfounded, before blurting out, “You don’t just look like her, you talk like her.”“Do I?”“Like she used to, I mean. When I first met her. Like you’re...”“Flirting, Mr. Bronson?” she shot back with a twinkle in her eye.“I asked you to call me Luke.”“Let me flirt the way I want, Luke. Especially as I’m still waiting for you to go change into your evening wear.”Eyes wide, he turned and retreated to the bedroom she’d indicated. He heard her musical laugher as it chased him.