"David, come and meet my new friend Margot!" she said, pulling me into the living room."David, come and meet my new friend Margot!" she said, pulling me into the living room. A _very_ tall brunette stood and smiled. "Hello, I'm Margot Westlake. I just live a couple of blocks away." She shook my hand in a feminine manner. "I came over to meet you both, and to drop off the welcome wagon package," she said congenially. "Please, sit," Victoria said. I could see how excited she was at having a guest. My wife loves being a hostess. She also loves it when we are treated as an everyday mortal couple. "You must stay and have dinner with us." "I don't want to be any trouble, really," Margot half-insisted. Her voice indicated that she could easily be persuaded. I was about to insist when she sat and crossed her long legs, temporarily putting my brain on hold. "I'm sort of the official greeter here in the neighborhood, and I don't want to wear out my welcome." "It would be no trouble at all. I can prepare another place for dinner. Please join us," Victoria said. Margot was silent for a moment, then con- sented to stay. "Good! You can get to know my wonderful husband, David!" my wife bubbled as she headed for the kitchen. Victoria brought out some wine, and returned to the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. Margot and I talked while dinner was being prepared. |