Sam’s face became the picture of dread.  He waved at Louis and finally got his attention.  When he came over to them Sam asked if he could change his order to the pot pie.  Louis thought it was possible as there were other orders in the que ahead of theirs.<br/><br/>Sam turned to Irene with a furrowed brow as his mind was filled with a bit of confusion about  what Irene had said about Phillip.  “You’ve lost me Darlin. I thought he was just happy for you.  You think there was more to it than that don’t you?  You better tell me . . . don’t leave me hangin’ Irene. There is more to it than that isn’t there?”<br/><br/>Sam watched her eyes as she scanned the room and then the rider on the horse out in the street.  When their eyes met and she smiled he filed it away and left his observations unsaid.<br/><br/>“Thanks for the heads up on the coq au vin.  I thought you liked it as you’d not said anything against it.”<br/><br/>Sam took a slurp of the tepid champagne in his glass.  It tasted kind of yeasty and it reminded him that he never really understood all the hoopla about the sparkling wine.<br/><br/>“You suppose they have any beer here?”<br/>