"That's so kind of you. We have a rental car. I could drive."

"It would be easier if I drive," Jane said. There was no way she was letting Shelley scare an old woman to death with her driving. Nor did she trust that Ms. Bunting would get them where they were going. She might be an even worse driver than Shelley.

The three of them went into the other room. Gloria Bunting took little dabs of everything, as Jane and Shelley had done. The rest piled their paper plates high. Shelley gave this caterer good marks for providing sturdy paper plates, plastic silverware that looked better than most, and delivering a few hot dishes instead of merely cold pasta salads, cold bread, and deli-type meats. The bread received her highest mark. Not only was it warm, it was already buttered with real butter (or something that tasted like real butter). It was crusty and had caraway seeds on the outside that

still tasted good. Shelley felt strongly that the spices caterers used should be fresh.

Jane and most of the cast took their food out to the big table in the other room. Shelley wanted to stay in the room with the caterers to watch how they worked. Professor Imry stayed there to eat as well, making his point that this was what he'd expected.

"The caterers will clean that table where the rest are eating, won't they?" he asked Shelley haughtily.

Before she could reply, the owner of the company said, "Mrs. Nowack, that wasn't in the contract, but for you, we'll do so."

"That's gracious, William. Thanks."

Shelley gave Imry another critical look, which he pretended to ignore, but he got red in the face again.

Shelley stayed in the serving area of the theater to watch the cleanup. These caterers were efficient. They brought along their own bags to take away the trash, and they cleaned every surface they'd used, including the floor. They asked everyone to pick up their scripts so they could clean the big table in the room where most of the cast had eaten. As Shelley stashed her critique in her briefcase and Jane rolled up her needlepoint and put it in her canvas bag, Ms. Bunting gave Jane a slip of paper.