Zelda stood up, my juice all over her face. She was about to wipe it off but I said, "No, no don't waste that. I have a plan for it." Zelda paused and looked at me inquiringly so I raised, then lowered a palm to indicate she should wait, and also be seated.

I looked back to Ophelia and opened a new gambit by saying, "Zelda here tells me you're getting married in a couple months."

"Yes," Ophelia confirmed.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks," Ophelia said.

"You're welcome. Now do you want to know what I think?"

"OK," she said hesitantly.

"You're very like the famous, tragic Ophelia."

"How so?" she asked curiously....