"You recording an album or something?" the man with the mustache asked.

"Or something," Hennie answered. She looked at Odette and giggled. Odette rolled her eyes.

"You got a feisty voice," Mr. Mustache said.

"Mighty feisty," Mr. Boots added.

"I bet you’re a feisty woman too," the mustache threw in. For emphasis he rapped the table with his heavy, onyx high school ring.

"Someone just learned a new word," Odette whispered to her sister. Mr. Mustache smiled at Odette, a pearly white smile, a Mormon smile Odette thought. Oh he had such easy charm. She didn’t trust men who found themselves charming. They were suspicious. They were the kind of men who expected sex just because they laughed at your stupid jokes.

Mr. Boots offered to buy them a drink. Odette shook her head but Hennie said okay. "We’re celebrating," Hennie told the man with the mustache.

"My husband just died," Odette said.

"And you’re celebrating?" Mr. Boots asked.

"Well, I meant to get a divorce, but I forgot."

"This is just as good," Hennie said. The two woman laughed.

"You girls aren’t from around here, are you?" Mr. Mustache man asked. He was obviously the smarter of the two, Odette decided, the real ring-leader.

"We’re on our way to Los Angeles," Hennie said. She fluffed her fingertips along the hairs sticking out of Mr. Boots’ unbuttoned shirt collar. "I like a man with a virile chest."

"You’ll have to excuse my sister," Odette said, her eyes turning into two little slits of anger. "She gets slatternly after two beers."

"That’s just fine with us," Mr. Boots said. His friend shook his head vigorously in agreement. "We like a gal with a sense of adventure."

"This is turning into a ‘Thelma and Louise’ experience," Odette said to no one in particular.