What did Cynthia order for dinner?

Choices:
A. A salad
B. not enough information
C. Fettuccini Alfredo
D. Chicken Parmesan
Fettuccini Alfredo
It was their first official date. Greg Tenorly and Cynthia Blockerman had been through quite an ordeal together--being hunted by police for the murder of her abusive husband while they ran from the real killer.
But all that was behind them now. All charges against them had been dropped, and Cynthia's husband had been buried. And the rumors would have died down eventually if they had gone their separate ways.
They could feel the stares as they walked to their table. Greg had requested the most private booth, way in the back. Coreyville Pasta House was the oldest Italian restaurant in town. And still the best. Mama Castilla had run the place for over thirty years. She had taken over for her grandfather in 1973. A sign on the wall said so.
Cynthia ordered the Fettuccini Alfredo. Greg went with his favorite, the Chicken Parmesan. Both ordered iced tea and salad. The bread and olive oil with roasted garlic and pepper came with every meal. Greg could not resist great bread. And this was the best. He tore off a chunk as soon as the waitress delivered it. Cynthia would wait for the salad.
"So we're finally on a real date," said Greg.
"Yeah. So how does it feel?"
"Kinda weird and scary and...wonderful."
Cynthia smiled and Greg momentarily forgot all about the amazing aroma in the restaurant. All he wanted to do was kiss her. But that would have to wait. So, his hunger came rushing back.
Cynthia's mood turned serious. "I don't want to spoil our date, but I've got to tell you something."
Greg wondered if he had done something wrong. He could fix it--whatever it was.
"I've asked Mom to move in with me."
"Why? I thought she was happy living in Marshall."
"She was."
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"The other night a friend of hers was murdered. And the woman lived on her street. They killed her nurse too."