before turning back to open the car door. I jumped out and walked quickly round to her side of the car as she stepped onto the pavement.
“So, I’ll see you around eight tomorrow evening,” she said.
“I’ll look forward to that.” I hesitated, and then took her in my arms. “Goodnight, Anna.”
“Goodnight, Michael,” she said as I released her. “And thank you for buying my ticket, not to mention dinner. I’m glad my other three would-be suitors only made it as far as the car pound.”
I smiled as she pushed the key into the lock of her front door.
She turned back. “By the way, Michael, was that the restaurant with the missing waiter, the four-and-a- half-fingered chef, or the crooked bartender?”
“The crooked bartender,” I replied with a smile.
She closed the door behind her as the clock on a nearby church struck one.
Примечания
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The stories indicated with an asterisk are based on known incidents (some of them embellished with considerable licence). The others are the product of my own imagination (J.A., July 1994).
