Rochelle looked around like she wished she was on another planet.

"Dios mio," Lydia nearly shouted. "It's a tattoo!"

Veronique stared at Rochelle's arm. "W. What's W?"

"Who's W?" Lydia added, bending to examine the intricately etched letter.

Rochelle sat down and dropped her tray on the table. She clasped her arms to hide the tattoo. "It's just a W."

"Ohhh, I get it" Lydia laughed, sitting down beside her. "A secret lover!"

"It's just a W."

" Let's see. Could it be . . . Will? Walt? Wolf?"

"How about Wendy?" Veronique said.

Then Lydia's watch alarm went off again.