It seemed that, in the last twenty years, none or next to none of the movies and television appearances she had done since finishing ‘Marriage Ain’t Easy’ had been shown on Australian television. The waitress hadn’t recognised her as a celebrity actress, which left her a certain refreshing anonymity in Sydney. The considered that this might well be useful in avoiding any undue interest being shown in her, while she was engaged in luring a much younger man away to a giant land and eating him up for one of her earliest meals in that place. She noted the restaurant’s telephone number in her phone, in case she needed to cancel the booking. It was just possible that her young fan might prefer a different venu.

She made her way back towards North Sydney Station, but saw Lennox coming out of an office building in Miller Street, which brought them together at the traffic lights intersection. There was no need to walk back down to the station now.

She reflected on her appearance. She had a light brown medium length skirt, and a long white frilly shirt. Her hair was cut short these days, which was what had made it harder for Lennox to recognise her straight away. Her skin and facial features had held up well, but she had always had long hair in the sitcom he’d seen as well as the next 12 or so years of movies and television programs she’d been in. She hadn’t started cutting it short until she’d known Trudi for a few years and realised that, unlike the younger woman, Pandora now wanted to change her appearance a little.

“I took a chance that it would be worth booking a restaurant that looks out on Lavender Bay and Sydney Harbour,” said Pandora, “But I kept their number, so that I can ring and cancel if you’d rather go somewhere else.”

“It sounds like a very nice spot,” said Lennox.

They walked around North Sydney for a few hours first, with Lennox taking the lead on showing her through the shops and landmarks that he hoped would appeal to an American tourist. A long wide circuit eventually brought them to the Lavender Bay restaurant, where they sat at the table, each facing side on to the window, so that they could look out at the Harbour, as well as looking across at eachother.

“Don’t worry about Dutch treating me or anything. I’ve had 35 more years to be doing very well, and your country’s economy hasn’t been very kind to you. My son-in-law’s been out of work for ages,” said Pandora, “Lunch is entirely on me. Order anything that strikes you as one of your potential favourites, anything and everything.”

“That’s very kind of you indeed. I’ve only had this job a few days, and it’s temp work from an agency. As soon as all the catalogs are gone, the work runs out. So I know how your son-in-law ...”

“Mick, and my daughter’s Reba,” said Pandora.