When we got to the Indian on Corn street Veronica was already there, reading her book and drinking a glass of white wine. Some people were talking at her when we walked in and she had to finish up her conversation with them before paying full attention to us. She had said her good byes and we were escorted to our table by a waiter. After he seated us everyone ordered drinks. Veronica must have been there a few times because the waiter addressed her as Mrs Wood and before we left said, “Say hello to Mr Wood from me.'