"Bell bottoms!" shouted the ghetto blaster.
"Bell bottoms!" shouted Kathy.
"Bell Captains!" shouted Matt.
Cassandra spotted Brendan and Joe. She put a couple of helpings of lasagne on a couple of plates. She added slices of garlic bread and squeezed her way through the dancers to the lunch table. She added some Caesar salad to each plate. Matt jostled her.
"Sorry," he said.
"No problem," she said. She turned around and danced briefly with the group.
She turned back to the table and picked up the plates. She weaved her way through the dancers and brought the plates over to the table they were sitting at.
"Want some grub?" she asked.
"Thanks," said Joe.
"You are the finest human being I have ever known," said Brendan.
Cassandra wiped her hands on her apron. She picked a crouton off of Brendan's plate and popped in her mouth. "Nah," she said. "I'm only the second finest human being you know." She turned around and danced back to the kitchen through the group in front of lunch table.
Joe looked at Brendan. "Who do you think is number one?"
Brendan was chewing on a piece of garlic bread. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, if you're the second, who do you think is the first?"
Brendan took a sip of his scotch. "Probably you, I guess. Or maybe April. Or Mother Theresa. Or Sarah McLachlan. She likes Sarah McLachlan a lot. Who do you think it is?"
"Lucy?"
Brendan shook his head. "Lucy may be many things, but I suspect there are finer human beings out there." He swivelled around to face the table and give proper attention to his meal. Joe put his plate on the table as well and turned to face him.
"She's a nice girl, that Lucy," he said.
Brendan sliced off a corner of his lasagne. "She's too good looking," he said. "That's never a good thing." He put the corner of lasagne in his mouth.
"Doesn't have to be," said Joe.
Brendan chewed his lasagne. He pushed the bottle of scotch forward and swallowed his lasagne. "Have another drink," he said.
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