that I had come up with, which of course was no idea at all. âWhat exactly did highwaymen wear?â
âThe outfits they had at the store had long shirts, a wide leather belt, and capes. Oh, and a fake pistol you could stuff beneath the belt.â
âWhere is this place?â I asked.
âOver toward Montauk. Want to swing by and see what they look like?â Jill asked.
âTomorrow?â
âWe probably should. We only have a few days to come up with something.â
âMaybe after our first patient tomorrow?â Divya said.
âSure,â I said. âWe could be there about nine.â
Jill pulled her phone from her purse and worked its keyboard. âLooks like thatâll work. I have an eight oâclock meeting and then I was going over to the high school to see how the preparations are going. Iâll meet you there in between.â
âThen maybe weâll follow you to the school,â Divya said, and then to me, âWe need to take another look at our booth and decide how weâre going to set it up.â
I forked a piece of chicken. âSounds like a plan.â
Conversation ended for a few minutes as everyone enjoyed the meal. The silence was broken by a knock at the door. When I opened it, Dieter looked at me. He extended both hands. One held a check, the other a bottle of wine.
I took them both and said, âWant to come in?â
âNo. Boris wanted you to have the check this evening and, of course, the wine.â
âThatâs very kind of him. Tell him we are grateful.â
Dieter gave a mechanical smile and a slight bow. âThen Iâm off.â He turned and walked away. Just like that.
I placed the wine on the table. The label said it was a 2000 Château Latour Pauillac. I assumed it was good, and expensive, but my knowledge of wine is near zero.
âWhatâs that?â Evan asked, picking up the bottle.
âA gift from Boris.â
Evan studied the label. âDude, this is expensive.â
Jill looked at it. âWow. This is the good stuff.â
âWhatâs with Boris being so generous?â Evan asked.
âHeâs always generous,â I said.
âIâll open it,â Divya said. She stood and walked to the counter where the opener lay.
âThatâs not the half of it,â I said. I handed the check to Jill.
She looked at it, then up at me, and then back to the check. âAre you kidding?â
Evan snatched it. âLet me see.â He looked at it, his eyes widening. âDude, this is serious coin.â
âThatâs Boris,â I said. âHe doesnât do anything halfway.â
Divya returned with the wine and four fresh glasses and sat. Evan handed her the check. âOh, my, this is serious.â She gave the check back to Jill.
âAdding this to the great job Evan has done puts us way over the top,â Jill said.
âThatâs Evan R. Lawson, fund-raiser extraordinaire.â
âYour business card is getting quite cluttered,â Divya said.
âHow so?â
âLetâs seeâsuperspy, master chef, and now fund-raiser extraordinaire. Thatâs a lot to get on a card.â
âDonât forget supercool bon vivant,â Evan said.
âHow could I forget that?â Divya asked.
We were back to high school again.
I poured wine for everyone. It was fantastic. Way too expensive for my blood, but it was an unexpected treat.
Silence fell again as everyone returned to Evanâs wonderful meal. The Sally Lunn bread was exactly as I remembered.
âEvan, youâve outdone yourself again,â I said. âThis bread is outstanding.â
âJust like when we were kids,â he said.
Whatâd I tell you?
âKids?â Jill asked.
Evan related the story of our childhood trip to Williamsburg. I corrected him on a couple of things and he corrected me back, but mostly we agreed.
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Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood
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