Meanwhile, Rory was catering an informal luncheon in the garden. It was a celebration of Teri’s birthday. Rory’s friend Elinor Valentine was helping to serve. Before lunch began, she lined up all the girls, including Rory, for a photo. "After all," said Elinor, "How often do you see five Berkeleys together?"

"Not to mention five Berkeleys all dressed up," laughed Quinn, who, truth be told, was anxious to get home and change back into her jeans. But one must make sacrifices for the birthday of a friend.
Even though the girls had birthday cake for dessert, Rory handed out fortune cookies as the girls left. They thanked her and headed for home, remarking about how enjoyable the dinner had been, and they also left Rory and Elinor a big tip.
Elinor piled up the dishes as Rory brought in two bowls of won-ton soup. "Just leave the dishes for now, Elin," Rory advised. "It’s our turn to eat."

"I hope there’s still some cake left." Elinor finished up her soup and idly opened a fortune cookie. "Listen to this, Rory," she said, laughing, "Far from the land of winter snow, to Africa you soon will go."
"Wow, that’s interesting. I didn’t write the fortunes for this batch - I was so busy working on the cake this morning that I bought a box of fortune cookies. We’ll have to look at the box and see who made them."
"Well, I don’t think I will be going to Africa any time soon," Elinor commented.

"Don’t be too sure. Before Virginia moved over there the last fortune cookie she opened said "Pack your bags without delay; to Africa you’ll go away," and the next thing we knew she was over there.
"Huh. Well, I guess that’s better than the ones she kept getting that said, ‘Sorry kid, it’s plain to see a body donor you must be.’ You read one, Rory."
Rory picked up one of the fortunes from the table. Her face turned pale as she read it. "This isn’t a fortune, it’s a note that came in the box of cookies. Evidently they are now being manufactured in Birdwood Prison under the direction of Madame Hi Heel. I’d better phone Jenni and let her know. That woman has her fingers in everything you can think of."

"And some that you can’t," sighed Elinor, who had heard of the famous Mme. Hi Heel.

"Oh no, poor Rory." Virgina remonstrated.
"I know, she sounded very upset, she phoned me right in the middle of her dinner break."
'Uho, I hope she wasn't eating Won-ton soup." Caitlyn asked.
"Actually she was Cait, how did you guess?"
"Well, I kind of made this joke fortune up "As your won-ton soup starts to congeal, You'll get a note from Madame Heel" and it seems as if its come true!
"Ooh-er, maybe there is more to this fortune cookie business than it seems.".
"And as Brenda always says, "don't mess with the future.""
"Do you think they have won-ton soup in jail Cait?" Virginia asked earnestly.
"I am not sure Virginia, but you can bet your bottom dollar that if Madame Heel is in the mood for Chinese takeaways she will probably be able to have it sneaked in under the guards noses."
Jennifer laughed, "and, I bet that Madame Heel's fortune's always reads "You will have lots of spare time on your hands."