“Back to the grind.” The girl’s shoulders were thin and rounded, almost elegant.

“I have to show you this.” She clicked open her phone. “When I first started… What am I going to show you? I’ll show you when it comes up. I don’t know what’s the matter with my phone.”

“Did you say something about a ginger martini?” She was still trying to figure out her phone. “It’s only in New Jersey.”

“You hear about Diane? She was in such a rut, especially after that stint at Benningtons.”

She had the app working. “My sister and the rest of them…I ran into Jennifer when they were leaving the city. She showed me this.”

“Wow.” She glanced at it and then the bartender. “Two ginger martinis. That would be so great.”