tourist?â
âNot as long as youâre trapped with me.â
âI canât think of a nicer place to be.â And he meant it from the depths of his soul.
The private dining area on the top deck was well appointed for very special occasions. However, the fresh flowers, white linen service, attentive staff and sumptuous meal were secondary to his extraordinary companion. After two hours of being regaled by stories of the Hardy clan, Barrett was certain his destiny was somehow tied to this place. This woman. The question was whether that certainty was good or bad. It could be either in equal measure.
He put a huge spoonful of sweet potato pie into his mouth.
âHeavenly choice,â he mumbled over the spicy dessert served with a generous dollop of heavy cream.
âI figured you could have cheesecake back home.â
âVery true. All your choices were spot-on.â He hardly knew how to pronounce things called jambalaya and étouffée, let alone whether they would appeal to his palate. So, heâd asked her to make the selections once theyâd been presented with menus.
She waited while the waiter presented their after-dinner coffee. When they were once again alone she pulled out the chair next to her and began to shift his cup and saucer to the unoccupied place at her side. Since it seemed she expected him to change seats, he made the move without question. As soon as he was settled the reason for her actions was obvious.
âAhhhhhhhâ¦â he breathed.
âI thought youâd want to see that.â
A spectacular sunset was about to take place. An orange glow blazed on the horizon with fingers of fire shooting into the deep blue of the darkening sky.
âTo me, the only vision more incredible is daybreak,â she shared. âI believe the message of the sunrise is the promise of a new beginning with new mercy.â
âMind if I take a note?â He withdrew a pen and copied her words on a cocktail napkin while she looked on.
âYou flatter me, sir.â
âIâm pleased thatâs the by-product, though itâs not my intent. I couldnât help noticing the snippets youâve posted in your office. I, too, love to capture the unique turn of a phrase. Most of my notes come from the least expected places and uncommon speakers, though I have plenty of Shakespeare and Churchill in my journals.â
âSo youâve actually created books for yourself?â
âOver the years.â
âIâm not nearly so organized. I jot interesting phrases on Post-its and display them on mirrors and whiteboards. Then if I relocate, I stick them in the pages of a spiral notebook. When I get to the new place, I slap the ones that pertain to my situation on the wall for wisdom and encouragement.â
âContemplation and meditation. Your moments of Zen.â
âYou remembered.â The quality of her voice, the awe in her words, was a reward.
âI wrote it down.â
âSo Iâve joined the ranks of great poets and world leaders?â
âIn my book, yes.â He wanted to add that she also topped his short list of amazing ladies, blessed with beauty and ability. But it was too soon to pay such compliments. Wasnât it?
She opened her small handbag, fished out a folded newspaper clipping and smoothed it before him on the table.
âHereâs something funny for your book.â The glint in her eyes told him he was in for a laugh at his own expense.
He read the cartoon out loud. ââAnd God said, âLet there be Satan, so people donât blame everything on me. And let there be lawyers, so people donât blame everything on Satan.ââ Quite amusing.â
âI thought so when I clipped it out of the paper this morning.â
âWell, just to show you I can take a joke, hereâs one for you. What do you call a smiling, courteous person at a Bar Association
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