made, he set a precedent that he was to follow for the rest of his life: Never make the first move. Watch your adversary and then go in for the kill, but only after that adversary has made the first move. The only thing that confused Reuben was that Mickey wasnât exactly an adversary. He also decided it didnât really matter how long heâd have to waitâbecause although she had begun the game, when it ended, heâd be the winner. In all games there was a winner and a loser. He would never, no matter what heâd have to do, be a loser.
After that, Reuben felt better. Having sorted it all out in his mind, he became an active player. When he walked behind Mickeyâs chair, heâd let his fingers trail along the back of her neck. When sitting beside her at the bridge table, heâd let his knee touch hers ever so slightly, and he wasnât quick to draw awayânor was she. Over the candlelight dinners heâd stare at her bosom and give her the sensuous smile heâd practiced in front of the mirror in his room. Heâd watch her draw in her breath before he turned away. Another time heâd alluded to his sexual prowess, with Daniel egging him on. Heâd seen a spark of anger in her eyes and grinned.
Just last evening when sheâd come to peck him on the cheek, heâd turned swiftly so her lips met his. Her eyes had widened and she was the first to turn away, but not before Reuben had seen her body shudder. Hold out the bait and then yank it back was one choice piece of advice from George that seemed to be working. Fine for George to say, but his old buddy hadnât given any advice on how to get her to actually bite. Probably because it was assumed by all of them that Mickey herself would initiate everything from the beginning. Jesus, how wrong theyâd all been.
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âToday I feel we are like the Three Musketeers. Do either of you feel like that?â Mickey asked. They had been out walking for most of the afternoon in the crisp November air.
âWhen you are truly well,â she continued, speaking to both her companions with a broad smile, âwe will motor to Gascony. DâArtagnan and his brave musketeers, even Cyrano de Bergerac, came from Gascony. You see, every day we learn something.â She looked directly at Reuben when she spoke. Instead of answering her, he gave her his practiced smile. Her eyes closed sleepily, then she reached for a flower and placed it gently between her breasts.
Daniel was oblivious to the byplay as he windmilled his arms. His cast had recently been taken off; movement was no longer limited. Now he could bathe himself and wet his entire body. The world he was living in felt good.
Mickey stepped between the two of them and linked arms. They literally danced the next few yards. When they stopped, on the crest of a hill above a small village, they could hear shouting and singing.
â Mon Dieu, what in the world is that racket?â Mickey cried.
âLooks like thereâs a parade, or else they are having a party,â Daniel said, laughing.
The three of them looked at one another in wonder. Could it be? Finally?
âHurry, darlings, we must see what this is all about.â
Daniel and Reuben took Mickeyâs hands and ran down the hill, watching and listening to the Frenchmen as they waved their arms about, speaking rapidly. Some were singing while others laughed and slapped one another on the back.
It was November 11, 1918, and the Armistice had just been signed.
âWe must celebrate!â Mickey exclaimed.
âItâs over, Daniel,â Reuben said quietly. âOur men made the difference. I feel kind of proud, donât you?â
âDamn right.â He wiped his eyes, and Reuben realized his own were misty. âWe were the lucky ones, Reuben.â
âYes,â Reuben said, touching his friendâs shoulder. Then he grinned. âI agree with Mickey! We need a