I prepared everything neatly on that day. She was on time. It didn’t surprise me to see a beautiful young businesswoman at my door. She was wearing a high quality black suit, white shirt, sunglasses, high-heeled shoes and no stockings. I hugged her tight and kissed her on the cheeks several times to display how much I missed her.
I asked her how hungry she was. “I am starving” was her reply.
We ate much and talked less at first, and then did the opposite. She said it a few times that she enjoyed everything but the wine at most, which was a rare Cabernet Sauvignon from Italy I had saved for such an occasion.
She talked and I listened to her carefully. It was all about her business for more than an hour. What I understood, she was doing very well. I could see in her eyes the excitement and could feel her ambition of being a much better lawyer in time.
Life was not about only business so I had to ask her how Jeff was doing. To my surprise, the excitement in her eyes disappeared immediately.
“He is doing OK.” was her answer. It was short and carrying no emotion. I hesitated for a moment how to continue and then decided to dig into it.
“Your Mom thinks he is a very good husband to you.” I said it for a purpose, which was to see her immediate reaction.
“She thinks so,” she said and stopped talking, instead sipping at her wine. I was sure there was something wrong.
“What is the problem?”
She looked at the wine glass avoiding any eye contact with me for some time and then looked into my eyes and said “The problem. It is a problem for him that he is being very kind to me.” There was a fake smile on her face. I needed a small break before going into deeper.
“I have a box of Cohiba1966 Limited Edition”. She looked puzzled and obviously had no idea of Cuban cigars. I had to give her some brief information about Cuban cigars and the brand I had just mentioned. She showed an obvious interest in trying one cigar together with the wine. I placed the box onto the dining table and prepared one cigar for her and one for myself. First I demonstrated to her how to smoke and she copied me immediately. I saw the excitement on her face again. She was enjoying it, a perfect combination of a high quality smoke and a rare red wine, so I let her enjoy that moment. We talked about such pleasures of life’s offerings to us, and the different tastes that had already been discovered and were to be discovered in the future. We both knew we had been delaying a conversation about her marriage and it was just about to come.
“He might be a kind husband but not the man you need.” I said and waited for her to respond. She didn’t say anything but nodded.
“Huh, I didn’t know that my daughter was a filthy slut.” I said with a smiling face as if it was a joke. She joined me with laughter.
“Not really,” She said. “It is not even close. I am still an innocent little girl.” She was laughing at what she was saying.
“I didn’t buy what you said. He must be the innocent one not you, little naughty girl.” We were both laughing loud.
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