Episode 6: Harry in Love

The meal at the Café de la Paix is superb, the service impeccable, the conversation, once Sam gets her fill of bread and butter, scintillating, to say the least. At long last, the riches of the board happily exhausted, Harry crumples his napkin across his empty plate and places his hands palm up on the table before him like a supplicant. ‘My name,’ he says, determinedly, ‘is Harry. Harry Chenier. I run the Simultaneous Translation Division at the Department of State. My personal specialty is a rare and, frankly, not-often-called-for offshoot of sub-Balkan, pre-ethic Russian. With every fiber of my being, I would like you to know that this was the finest lunch in the history of my life.’

A flicker of a smile crosses Sam’s face. Into one open palm, as if it were a jewel, she drops a Jordon almond. ‘My name is Sam,’ she says, meeting his eyes for the second time in two days. ‘Samantha Isaacs. I investigate civil rights violations for the Office of the US Attorney General. I eat like this every day.’

The only phrase Harry can call to mind is an arcane oath in ur-Carpathian Greek, which hasn’t been used since well before the First Crusade nor is it particularly appropriate to the occasion. But it doesn’t matter. Harry doesn’t need it. Harry is in love.

Previously on The Rocky Road of Love … Episode 1: One Fine Day. Episode 2: Fate and Chèvre. Episode 3: The Rocky Road Ahead. Episode 4: Could This Be Lunch? Episode 5: I Only Have Eyes for Stew.

Up next … Episode 7: Dinner for Two.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: