<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/><strong>"That's not a hint,"</strong>she protested with a laugh.<strong>"That's just torture.  Next thing you'll hand me a graphing calculator and tell me to solve a problem."</strong>She squeezed his arm, then let go of it as they went into the dinner theater.  Elizabeth wasn't sure, but she thought Tristyn might not have enough money for it.<strong>"Mommy said this is her treat,"</strong>she lied and fished out an AmEx and handed it over for tickets.<strong> "You can buy me some ice cream later in the West End."</strong><br/><br/>They were soon seated at a round table with three other couples, all older by at least fifteen years.  They made quick introductions and the waiter came around with menus.<strong>"Would you order for me?"</strong>she asked Tristyn.