after a while , anthan saw the point , which i knew he would ," sometimes , minty ..." he palyed with my fingers ," you can be so sweet . and sometimes..."
"and sometimes ...."
"not ."
hw wanted to say more , but he never get it out in month of sundays , and there was no point wasting more time . i placed a finger on his mouth ." hush ."
i returned to my labors over the guest list and to my private thoughts - not least , why was it that in such an apparently godless world when anything went and everything possible was done . i was the object of such censure ?
later , getting ready for bed , i discovered a yellow post-it note stuck to the back of my hairbrush . on it , anthan had written " sorry "
at seven fifteen A.M on the day of the diner party , i picked up the phone to five-star cateres ." this is to check that everything is okay for tjhis evening ."
a voice reeled off ." ten twice - baked cheese souffles . chicken with ginger in soy and sherry sauce . bitter cherries in maraschino served with a fragipane and pate' sable' tart ."
i had toyed with having menus printed because i so relished the names of the dishes , but paige put her foot down ."nope , not the thing ."
the "not the thing " was annoying , but i bit my lip . paige was a neighbor and also a good friend . she had never met rose , so her relationship with me held the extra sweetness of the untained . paige knew what was what and , during her years as an international investment banker , she had been on the recieving end of many dinners like this one .
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