The entre description made me drool: fresh grouper, pan-seared in a crust of cashew nuts and sesame seeds, layered over celery mashed potatoes with roasted red pepper butter. Watching out for Melanie was turning into a superb culinary experience. Whoever said good deeds went unrewarded? "A simple salad with balsamic vinaigrette on the side," Melanie said with distaste. "And unsweetened iced tea." In answer to my inquiring look, she explained, "Joel says I'm putting on weight." "Weight? You? You never gain weight. You've got the most enviable metabolism of anyone I know. Besides, you look fabulous." She was wearing a pistachio green sweater set over chocolate brown capri pants and bronze-colored high-heeled slides. Long legs crossed at the ankles stretched out from under the table. At one o'clock on Wednesday afternoon we were relaxing on The Oceanic's pier. The sky was blue with marshmallow swirls, pierced through periodically by pelicans and sea gulls as they knifed into the surf for their own lunches.
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