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Chapter Twenty-One
Later
"Are you sure that's all you want, ma'am?" The waiter kindly pressed.
"No, thank you." I shook my head politely. The waiter disappeared from view, into the kitchen.
"Really, Nellie? A few strands of spaghetti?" Tommie looked at me skeptically. I smiled.
"A bit more than that Tommie. I just asked for a small portion, that's all. And don't forget the water." I leant back in my chair. My stomach ached a little, so I really had no appetite. Tommie watched me whilst sipping his wine whilst I fiddled creatively with a spare napkin. I was playing with it under the table (so no one saw, of course; there were others around), when Tommie leant forward and lifted my chin. "Don't make yourself so obvious, deary." Tommie teased, trying to prise the napkin from my fingers. He succeeded, and that's just when the waiter came back with our dinners. I giggled a bit when the waiter had left us be, because Tommie had been leant across the table with my napkin when the waiter appeared. "You're so embarrassing, Tommie." I looked down at my food, still giggling to myself.
"I'm stuffed." I muttered, walking with Tommie back to the car, arm-in-arm, after 3 (relatively small) courses.
"You barely ate anything." Tommie pressed his lips against my ear as he drew me closer.
"I ate enough, didn't I?" I shot back.
"Temper." Tommie reminded me. I grunted in reply.
"Helen?" Tommie suddenly piped up.
"Mmm?" I answered.
"Can I take you somewhere, Nellie? I've realized I never have taken you to the place I've spent most my life." His eyes sparkled with hope. "Yes, I suppose, if you like." I agreed. I was baffled. Where was this new place?