Hotel At Innsmouth (10)

The waiter came with soup. – Fish soup.

I didn’t order this, she said. I ordered Dover sole.

Of course, madam.

The waiter picked up the soup and took it away.

She looked across at the other diners. The old couple made no acknowledgement of her presence. - The lone diner smiled in her direction, and raised his glass. He was drinking white wine. On the table was a porcelain bowl with a silver ladle. It must be the soup, she thought. The soup I didn’t want.

She sat back to wait for her Dover Sole.