walking away from me now with my money in her hand.
âOh, I guess you do need the money, after all,â I said, laughing a little now myself.
âNo, I donât want your money,â she said, turning and walking after me and soon giving me a different combination of coins of her own.
âIâm sorry. I guess I didnât hear you before. What did you want?â
âI asked you if you knew where the Spiritual Church is?â
âNo, Iâm sorry, Iâm not from around here,â I said, once more walking slowly away.
âI probably gave you more money back than you gave me,â she noted.
That stopped me in my tracks, made me turn and walk back to her again.
âObviously neither of us works in a bank. Why donât you let me buy you something to eat or at least a drink,â I said, surprised by my sudden invitation as I pointed to the pub across the street. âMy nameâs Gerry.â
She uttered some pleasantry in return, but I could see she was nervous. She had one of those transparent faces that clearly revealed when she was thinking something over, as she was then, registering all the pros and cons of accepting my invitation.
âI was trying to get to the church, but Iâve only been there once before and now Iâve lost my way and no one seems to know where it is. I suppose Iâll miss the service anyway by now. My nameâs Paulette,â she said, extending her delicate white hand to shake.
âIf I go to a pub with you, will you expect me to have an alcoholic drink?â she asked a moment later.
âI wonât have any expectations one way or another. Itâs just a place where we could talk,â I said, rather smoothly, I thought, again to my surprise. A car approached us then, which finally convinced her to get off the street, fortunately on the same sidewalk that Iâd chosen.
âIs this something you do quite often?â she said.
âWhat?â
âAsk women youâve just met to go to pubs with you?â
âNo, I donât have a pattern. Why do women always assume that men have a pattern?â
âThey do, you know, behave in patterns. Itâs merely a question of when the woman is able to unearth it.â
âYou make it sound like women are all archaeologists. Is there some kind of school where they get their training, I hope?â
Finally she laughed.
âOK, then, since youâve made me laugh I suppose I can go to your pub with you.â
âFine,â I said, wondering myself why her decision pleased me to the extent it did.
Once in the pub my veneer of self-confidence didnât last long. There are so many awkward things involved when you eat a meal with someone youâve just met. I think Paulette felt the same thing. She became quiet most of the time, then laughed excessively at others. I quickly had two drinks, and before I was halfway through the first she changed her mind and had a beer herself.
Iâd been drinking almost every night since my father died and hoped I wouldnât start in about him and end up losing it. But I neednât have worried because Paulette soon began talking about the man whoâd just left her.
âIt wasnât just the time I lost,â she said, her earnest dark eyes tearing up, âIâm young enough to have more of that. It was what he did to my trust that Iâll never get over, I donât think, what he did to my heart.â
That made me think of my father, for some reason, and I struggled to keep my own emotions under control. âDo you want to tell me what happened?â I said, hoping for a variety of reasons that she wouldnât.
âMen donât like to hear those things.â
True enough, I thought, thinking I was temporarily off thehook. Of course, I pretended to want to know, realizing I was already starting to like her.
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