Roger Moore couldn’t fight his way through a troop of Girl Scouts.”

It was a very boy discussion – Tara wouldn’t even consider it a man discussion even though her dinner companions were well over forty – and terrifically boring. The aperitif had made it diverting, the salad less so, and by the time the main entree arrived, Ingrid was stifling yawns that threatened to manifest as tears before too long. The only thing saving her dignity was the knowledge...