Words flowed in between sips, their conversation enriched with smiles and suggestive body language. Oh, wing rot! Anna was supposed to be here with Charlie. If only he’d got to Anna before Karl did, Lulu wouldn’t have needed to be here tonight. Seated at a corner table close enough to Karl and Anna at the bar, Lulu could hear most of their conversation, though she’d had to invoke her heightened hearing ability with a rub of her earlobe once a rowdy crowd of twenty-somethings arrived. “So,” Karl said. “Has your sister been sharing her acting secrets with you? If it wasn’t for the show being in its final season, I’m sure they’d be promoting you to lead in no time.” Anna’s cheeks became pink and she rested her elbow on the bar, the heel of her hand underneath her chin. “Aw, thanks. It’s a shame the show’s coming to an end. And no, my sister hasn’t been sharing any secrets with me,”
