trifolded piece of paper. âNope, but Iâve got a coupon for that new tapas place up the street. How about I order us in a few appetizers, and then we dig into the pie and ice cream for our entrée?â
âSounds like a plan. You call, and Iâll put the pie in the oven to warm up.â
âSure,â Darla agreed as she pulled her phone from her pocket. âAnd thenââ
Her reply was interrupted by a series of electronic tones that sounded like a small xylophone. Jake, who had started toward the kitchen, paused and looked back at her. âCute. New ring tone?â
âNo, just means itâs my turn to play. Hang on.â
Squinting at the screen of her smart phone, Darla thought a moment and then swiped a few letters across the screen. Satisfied, and with a little mental fist pumpâ
fifty-one points!
âshe hit âyes.â Another xylophone sound played, and then she frowned. âCrud, now Iâve got all vowels, except for a stupid L.â
âDonât tell me,â Jake said with a wry grin. âYouâre playing that word game, the one like Scrabble that got that Baldwin actor thrown off an airplane.â
âNoâmaybeâokay, so I am. But donât worry, Iâm not hooked.
I
can quit anytime.â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm sure thatâs what he said, too.â Jakeâs grin broadened. âBut I have to say, I donât get it. Making words sounds like a pretty boring way to kill time.â
Darla shook her head.
âIf youâre just playing one game, then maybe, but not the way most people play. You can have multiple games going simultaneously, so itâs always your turn somewhere. And you can accept random invitations from people you donât know, which can be interesting, because you can chat at the same time youâre playing.â She paused and smiled. âI might even be playing with Mr. Baldwin, himself, and not know it, since you can use a fake name. But the best part is that since itâs all one-on-one, if you have a bad round with one person, you can still be kicking butt with someone else.â
âI donât know, it sounds like youâre hooked to me,â Jake replied. Then, assuming a âMother Confessorâ attitude with folded hands and pious tone, she went on, âSo, my child, just how many different
friends
are you playing with right now?â
âEleven,â Darla mumbled, realizing sheâd momentarily gone into zealot mode over defending the game, and now feeling like sheâd just stood up at a twelve-step meeting to confess. Then, rallying, she added, âBut thatâs nothing. Heck, Martha told me she usually has twenty games going at a time. Besides, itâs educational, unlike that little jewel game that some people play,â she finished with a triumphant glance at her friend.
Jake dropped the abbess routine and shot her a mock-offended look.
âIâll have you know that my little jewel game promotes hand-eye coordination, which is important for someone of my advanced age. And it also helps distract me from smoking, so no apologies here. Now, why donât you see if you can tear yourself away from your game long enough to order us some food.â
Half an hour later, the laptop and paperwork had been shoved aside in favor of several small side dishes ranging from calamari to chorizo, all neatly arranged in their to-go containers atop the chrome table. Darla had claimed one of the two small tweed wing chairs that Jake reserved for client seating. In just a few minutes, the pair made significant headway into their impromptu meal, complemented by two frosty mugs of light ale Jake had scavenged from her usually empty refrigerator.
âIce cream is one thing, but Iâm not much on cold beer in the winter,â Darla said between sips. âBut I have to say I canât think of anything better to wash this all down