by Bernard Renaud

Created on: February 27, 2010   Last Updated: March 21, 2010

A Memorable Moment

As James went he heard a voice calling out from blow, "James did you make reservations for tonight?" the voice asked. 

"Yes" he answered as he turned and looked down towards Winchester sitting at the bar pouring himself a cup of tea.

 “Thank you James and good night ” Mr. Winchester replied.

Very well sir… good night” James replied.

“Good night”, Mr. Winchester answered, as he poured a cup of green tea from the pot James had left on the grey granite table top. As he took a sip of warm tea he looked for a moment at the picture of the Tower of London painted on the side of the tea pot and wonder,”  if  Queen Anne Boleyn and Sir Walter Raleigh were still roaming the halls of this dark castle?” The air in the house suddenly felt uncomfortably cold and damp. He took another sip of the warm green tea.

The sounds of the door bell shock him out of his moon lit journey into the past.He walked over to the front entrance and pressed the intercom button.
 “Who is it?” he asked asked.

“UPT, special delivery” the voice answered.

“Just leave it in the mail box”, Mr. Winchester answered in a firm voice.

 It was a letter from Paris, addressed to his wife. Thinking little of the contents he placed the letter on the night table, picked up the tulip shaped pipe lying on the walnut night table and began to fill his favorite pipe with tobacco, grown in the rolling hills of Tennessee. The aroma brought back memories long forgotten...

 From the top of the stairs he heard a quiet voice asking him, “Are you ready dear?”

He turned to see his wife coming down the stairs,wearing her favorite parka that she had brought back with her from the Serengeti plains.

“Yes dear” he replied.

As she walked down the stairs she looked at him, standing by the door in his blue suede shoes, smoke coming from pipe and thought to her, “there was casual and then there was him!”

She continued to walk down the stair saying her good nights to James as he passed her on the staircase and walked over to the night table where Mr Winchesters was standing ,pipe smoke filling the air wirh an  familiar aroma.

“There is a letter here for you” he said to her.

 She looked at the envelope... little curiously, she was not expecting any news from abroad. The contents could wait… until

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