MILDRED

JALAPE IS FINE

"Any news from our spies?"

Enid asked Clover at noon when we all ate lunch out at a fancy seafood restaurant.

My mind was off the topic and drizzled greedily and blankly into the laminate matte black menu in my hand.

"Soft shell crab kara-age with ponzu," the girl with Chase smiled smugly at the maitre d'hotel.

"Excellent choice ma'am!" The maitre d'hotel dropped his gaze to me, "And for you my Luna?"

Err, err.

I had no idea what to pick from. It was my first time eating out here and I had no idea what any of these tasted like. I rolled the dice...