Free Blue with Black Dots (The Caprice Trilogy Book 2) by Cole Reid Page A

sound like Irene Dunne,” said Tanis.
     
                  “Irene Dunne,” said Georgia, “That’s a first.”
     
                  “I never thought about that before,” said Diane.
     
                  “That I sound like Irene Dunne?” said Georgia.
     
                  “Some where around there,” said Diane, “Like a cross between Irene Dunne and Rosalind Russell.  Very classic Hollywood.  Very nice.”
     
                  “Yvette?” said Georgia.
     
                  “What?” said Yvette, “You want me to weigh in?”  Georgia nodded.
     
                  “Now that I think about it,” said Yvette, “You do kinda have that transatlantic accent.  It’s nice.  You don’t hear it that much, at least not in North Carolina.  Probably not in Virginia either.”
     
                  “A transatlantic accent in Virginia,” said Georgia, “That would take you quite a while.”
     
                  “Well,” said Yvette, “You can’t be the only person with British parents to grow up there.”
     
                  “Statistically impossible,” said Diane.
     
                  “If we start talking like that we’re going to give ourselves away,” said Georgia.
     
                  “Like what?” asked Diane.
     
                  “About statistical probabilities,” said Georgia.
     
                  “I agree,” said Tanis, “We’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime.”
     
                  “We hope not,” said Yvette, “That would be a pretty short life time.”
     
                  “Well,” said Tanis, “Our life expectancies decrease somewhat after today.”
     
                  “Tan,” said Georgia, “I love you, but shut it.”  The table went silent.  None had heard Georgia be so direct.  It was the side unseen.  There had been something in all their files that made them desirable for Project Full House .  For Georgia, it had always been assumed that her centerfold-size, maple syrup eyes and wavy brunette hair complemented her academic record.  But there must have been something else.  Diane, Tanis and Yvette now knew there was something else.  There was a side to her that was quick-witted, not in the joking sense but in the judging sense.  She was fun to be around but didn’t do nonsense. 
     
                  The silence was broken by the waitress’ arrival.  She had two black coffees and two waters for Georgia and Yvette.  The sugar and powdered cream were in the middle of the table.  Yvette helped herself.  Georgia drank hers black.
     
                  “Can I get a stack of waffles with butter?” asked Georgia, “And a vanilla milkshake.”
     
                  “Of course,” said the waitress.
     
                  “What about you?” asked Georgia.
     
                  “I’m gonna go for a ham and cheese omelet,” said Yvette, “And I’ll double up that milkshake if you don’t mind.”
     
                  “Don’t mind at all,” said the waitress, “Anything for anybody else?”  All heads shook.
     
                  “Young good-looking men who do everything together,” said Diane, “Questions will be asked.”  Georgia turned her head to see Bryan leading the pack.  The waitress took her leave 
                  “Well,” said Bryan, “We weren’t blaring David Bowie on the ride over so everything should seem on the level.”
     
                  “Maybe you just turned it off when you got in towards the diner,” said Tanis.
     
                  “Maybe,” said Bryan.
     
                  “Maybe we should have been blaring it all along,” said Alan, “Clandestine, know what I