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'Well, I'm not about to go around asking.' |
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'It's pretty unlikely, I suppose. These people were all here before us. I'm sure, if one of them were Mr Dodd, he would've told someone he was expecting us.' |
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'You'd think so. But then, you'd also think they might've made reservations.' |
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Peggy arrived with the drinks. John watched the bulges at the top of her bodice while she bent over the table, and Lynn started in on her. 'You know, we're supposed to be meeting some people here. A Mr Dodd and someone else? None of us know each other from Adam, and I'm concerned there may have been some kind of a mixup. They may already be here, for all we know.' |
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'I'll be happy to check with the hostess for you,' Peggy said. |
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'Would you, please? That would be wonderful. And in case they haven't arrived yet, they'll be looking for us when they do show up. John and Lynn Foxworth? You might want to give the hostess our names, and warn her to be on the lookout for . . .' |
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The woman's distant, alarmed voice hushed the restaurant. The quiet undertones of conversations and laughter and tinking of utensils ceased. In the silence, John heard clanks and clatters from the kitchen area and the piped-in music of an orchestra playing 'Send in the Clowns.' Waitresses halted. Diners turned in their seats. From somewhere near the front came a crash as if a heavy piece of furniture had been knocked over. |
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