Lemon Berry Squeeze. And for you, doctor?” “Black coffee, Juanita. Double, please.” The waitress smiled and went for the drinks. “I picked this diner for our meetings because they have Hawaiian Punch,” White said. “It’s not easy to find outside of supermarkets. Nowadays it’s all Coke or Pepsi. If only people knew what they pay for each time they drink down one of those brews.” “You wouldn’t be turning all conspiranoid on me, now, would you?” White looked at me, amused. “Not at all. Conspiracies don’t exist.” Juanita’s arrival with the tray took the sting out of how ridiculous he had just made me feel. “Human beings are very simple,” White went on, touching his thumb and forefinger to make a circle. “Take the waitress, Dave. She dreams of being Mariah Carey, she longs to meet Simon Cowell.
