"The mayor might go for it," says the young lady at the table with her young man, looking up briefly from her cellphone. "He's always got a hunted look, these days, and maybe that's got something to do with money."
"Pfah!" says a sour voice, emanating from the old woman who's been casting gimlet gazes around. "The mayor! Do you even know who that is, right now? Bet you a diamond this one doesn't last any longer than the last one."