Stevie waved. “We were about to give up on you.” “Sorry. You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.” She sank into a seat. “I’m dying for a sundae. Have you ordered yet?” “Not yet,” said Stevie, flagging down the waitress. “We were waiting for you.” “Besides, Stevie couldn’t make up her mind,” Lisa added. Stevie smiled and rubbed her hands together. “I have now,” she said gleefully. “Watch the master at work.” When the waitress approached their table, she kept her eyes on Lisa and Carole, almost as if she were trying to avoid Stevie. Lisa ordered peppermint with hot fudge. Carole went with strawberry and whipped cream. “Hold the cherry, please.” All eyes turned to Stevie, whose creations were legendary. Lisa and Carole were of the opinion that she ordered the most revolting combinations so that nobody would ever ask for a taste. Still, they had to admit she had elevated it to an art form. Stevie cleared her throat. “I’d like a scoop of rum raisin and a scoop of bubble gum.
