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"Can I get you another drink, ma'am?" Raphaela looked up to see the waitress smiling down at her with a subtle touch of sympathy. She checked her watch and sighed. "No, thanks. I think I'd just like the bill, please." She nodded and turned away. Raphaela stared out of the window. That was the second time this week that she had been stood up by John. Maybe she should start to admit to herself that he was losing interest in her. The waitress returned with the receipt on one of those little trays restaurants always use and Raphaela looked at the damage. She nearly choked. "All that for three glasses of wine and two waters?" she thought to he