by Bernard Renaud

Created on: November 19, 2009   Last Updated: January 31, 2010

The Great Debate

They left the concert hall and walked out into the summer night. For a moment the stood at the entrance to the concert hall looking up at the summer sky waiting for James to arrive.The stars seemed especial bright tonight and the moon light up the summer night sky. So, she said what do you think, travel abroad first or at home ? The words had long vanished from his thoughts. The blue Silver Ghost they had restored drove up alongside them. He didn't wait for James to opened the door.After you my dear, he said.She smiled at him a little amused but not surprised and said ,okay it can wait.

The blue Pickwick drove up to their favorite restaurant and they sat at their favorite table from where she could see people coming and going and from where he could see Sue and Jim chatting with John and Shelly.On the table next to theirs was a reservation notice with a somewhat different message. It read," sit here at you're own risk". A little humour on the part of the staff. Mr Winchester glanced over at the table and smiled.

"Well Mr.Winchester, what do you think?", she asked him.Setting his elbows firmly on the table, he replied, "Well Mrs. Winchester ,what do I think about what? She looked at him a little amused and sat back in her chair. She sat for a moment with the long stem of the wine glass gently held in her hand.She took a sip of wine before answering him. "About traveling abroad before travailing at home?",she replied in a soft voice.

Her soft voice always put him at ease, but it also meant there would be no getting away from the discussion,this perennial debate on the advantages, the disadvantages,the in and outs, the yays and nays of traveling abroad before traveling at home. He took a sip of his favorite larger, the phrase passing through his mind without making any stops along the way, "abroad or home,abroad or home. "What possible difference could it make?" he thought to himself.

She watched him patiently,a little amused by the expression on his face. He crossed his legs and listened to the soft sounds of the french trumpet playing off in the background and took another sip of beer. He was about to answer her when their waiter brought them their dinner.  Tonight, she felt a bit impetuous and so ordered a wine from the Cobiere region of France for no other reason than she like the sound of the word,Cobiere.

As he took a bit of his baked potato, a potato born and breed in Idaho, a thought accrued to him.

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