Hazel had to help her with her feet. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine….” Fanny hurried to cover her arms, looking as if she was about to cry. “I beg you, Hazel, give me a chance to explain...”

Feeling more and more people staring at her, Hazel said helplessly, “Okay.”

She took Fanny back to the box, and a waitress came in with the menu and a jug of juice.

The waiter poured the juice for them, ready to take down the menu.

“What do you want to eat, Hazel?” Fanny asked ...