B.M. girls sat on the red stools. ‘Hey, girls, how was last night for you?’ ‘Couldn’t be better, Mrs, Mersfield.’ Lisa joyfully replied, s...ooing the menu away. ‘I am so elated about about your diner being a chain! Honey, your place will be the talk of the town…maybe it’ll be a national talk!’ ‘Oh Lisa, you’re more of a dreamer than me! Now, I see that you don’t need a menu, so I’m guessing a biscuit sandwich with a small berry parfait with apple juice.’ ‘You know me too, Mrs. M.’ Lisa. ..What was happening to her?It seemed like it had creeped up on her, until now, where she could nolonger even pretend it wasnt happening anymore.First there had been snatches of images from her sleep, and then a fewweeks ago she had done a double take at a muscular man in a tight shirt,and had been so upset at herself she had to find a quiet corner to takesome deep breaths until she calmed down.That was bad, but now, with Don, it was a thousand times worse.She had been part of a nice. Mitzi had taken a break and was standing beside John, watching him play. He wasn’t putting on a show, but he didn’t appear to be distracted by her being there. Once in a while, he would look up at her and smile, then back to his music. When the number ended, Mitzi put a hand on his shoulder, leaned down, and kissed John’s cheek.I didn’t know what to think. I had no idea what possessed Mitzi to do that, but it was a nice, tender kiss accompanied with a smile and a pat on the shoulder. John,. I broke it. ‘Just give me a minute,’ I said, heading the few steps to the kitchen sink and filling a couple of metal mixing bowls. I placed one on the clunking radiator between the front windows and the other on the one in the bedroom beneath the window to the air shaft. ‘The heat’s fine here if a little high, but it gets dry,’ I explained. After removing the metal top to the old footed bathtub and setting it aside, I opened the taps and felt the heat until satisfied. Drying my hands I.