Carrhae filled the goblets and placed each beside a setting. Once seated, she
took a bite of the venison and nodded her head in appreciation of its flavor
and of the cook who had so successfully prepared it.
There was so much to say, yet she said none of it. Instead, she ate quietly.
It was not a strained silence on her part. She allowed herself the all too
rare opportunity to enjoy the sights, sounds, and aromas around her. Most of
all, she enjoyed the companionable peace she felt with Matthew.
"There have been no more attempts upon your life, I trust," he said as a statment, not a question. He felt fairly certain he would know.
(eh?)
They had managed to get through most of the dinner without shop talk and as much as he dreaded speaking about their jobs, he knew it would have to come. He pushed his plate away just a bit and took up his wine glass, finishing it off and refilling it and hers. "Garibaldi?" he asked. "How is he faring?"
(eh?)
"And the D'Amondras?"
(eh?)
Randy J. Ferrance, DC, MD
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