He sat beside her, holding her shoulders to steady and warm her, he asked if she was feeling better.He sat beside her, holding her shoulders to steady and warm her, he asked if she was feeling better. "Yes", was Joans weak reply, "maybe I could have some coffee", she inquired? "Two Irish Coffees coming right up", Jacque responded. "Make mine "regular" with just a little cream, please" "Plain it will be". Within just a few minutes Jacque returned with an elegant coffee service for two, piping hot coffee in each china cup. Jacque added a slight amount of cream while asking, "say when?" "Enjoy!, he exclaimed as he lifted his cup to what Joan noticed where moist inviting lips. Joan had taken but a few sips from the cup when her hand faltered and the cup tummulted to the floor. Her quick action saved her from being scalded by the spilling liquid though an amount did land on here white blouse. Jacque retrieved a robe from his room, turning his back toto allow Joan to remove the stained blouse and don the robe. Joan thought there was more to this than seemed real. She stilled wondered if this was all a dream. If it were she was going to give it every opportunity to play itself out. |