"Yes. The day of reckoning will come soon." he
promised. his eyes sharp with fury.
"How can you ever be sure that such a man will
utter a single syllable of truth when you confront
him?"
"I've had some pretty tough witnesses to crossexamine in court. Willow. I'll get the truth," he
bragged.
I stared at him, admiring his self-confidence. A
successful person had to have a little more confidence
than other people. a little more ego, too. perhaps.
When would I have it? Would I ever?
"But let's drop all this. I should have insisted
we pretend we've just met or something, or we check
our troubles at the door the way cowboys had to check
their guns. This is a special night, a reunion, a renewal
and new beginning for us. Willow," he said, reaching
for my hand again. Then he poured us both a glass of
champagne. "Let's start with the toast. To us." he said.
"To our health and success and love. Let them rise
above everything and everyone."
We tapped our glasses and sipped, fixing our
eyes on each other over the tops of the glasses. "These garlic rolls are homemade." he said,
offering me one. "Wait until you taste the food here.
It's like being in someone's home and not a
restaurant."
"That's what it looks like from the highway. It's
certainly a good hideaway. Why do I have the
suspicion you've used it before?" I teased.
"I will bring you to special places only. and after you and I are there together. they will become off-limits to me unless you are with me. I couldn't imagine ever having a business meeting here again."
he said.