I bet you would never…
Our final destination was a very pleasant little place quite near the lake in an old shopping arcade next to what is now the casino of Lugano. The place was full and bustling, but we had booked and so we went straight in and were led to our table. It’s always nice to go somewhere where the feeling is of success, and of an ‘in’ sort of flavour.
The food I presume was Mexican, I’m no expert, but that is what I was led to believe. All quite respectable. The conversation was as far as I can remember pretty neutral, and not about any one or other thing. The Mad Lawyer had evidently been her client at some time or other, and so had apparently had a few problems in her past (who hasn’t) and they had remained friends (nothing surprising there either). And so the evening passed civilly and with polite conversation. After we finished, the bill arrived and Lina without further ado, took it up to the till and paid. So much for chivalry! But she had insisted on my coming, and I had conceded and so… all well and good.
And so. And so. Before we stood up to leave Lina, in the same way as she had before, in her challenging manner, said, ‘ I bet you would never come and have coffee at home?’
Another challenge to my independence and free spirit!
‘Of course I will.’ I said, in my most convincing voice. And so, off we went!