tossed
salad.”
“That sounds good to me. I’ll take it…green beans and the house
dressing please.”
Cliff scribbled on his pad. “What beverage would you like, sir?”
“Ice tea with lemon, please, Cliff.”
“Coming right up, Mr. Wayne.” Cliff made a one-eighty and headed
into the kitchen.
Trevor wisely used the waiting time to go wash his hands. On his way
back, he heard someone call his name. When he turned around, he saw Marsha
Leigh waving at him from a table in front of the restaurant. As he zigzagged
through the tables in her direction, he could see she was not alone. There was
another lady with her, whose back was to him, so he couldn’t identify her.
“Well, hello, Ms. Leigh.”
“You know better than to be so formal, Trevor. As many times as
you’ve rendered your services to me, you should call me Marsha.”
A choking sound came from Marsha’s lunch companion. Trevor still
couldn’t see her face from his position behind her.
“Are you alright?” Marsha asked, her expression etched with
concern.
The other woman attempted to clear her throat; raspy she said,
“Yes, some water just went down wrong.”
“It happens to the best of us.” Marsha gave the woman a reassuring
smile. “I am so rude.
Trevor Wayne this is…”
Trevor made his way around the table and finally saw the mystery
woman—his wife.
“…the governor’s daughter.”
“You two have met?” Marsha asked curiously.
Trevor gave a slight pause. “Last week at a banquet. It’s good to
see you again, Miss Selina .”
“And you.” Tiffany mumbled, leaving him with no opening for
further conversation.
“Well, Marsha, I must be getting back to my table before my lunch
gets cold.” Trevor turned and left.
~ML~
Tiffany’s client turned to her. “That man has talent written all
over him. He did a job for me; it amazed me how his mind and fingers performed
sheer magic. I’ve never experienced another problem since. If I did, Trevor is
the man I would go to.”
Tiffany could see the light radiating out of the other woman’s
eyes. She could understand how the other woman felt. She was fully aware of
Trevor’s talents.
She wondered how many other women in the Tri-state area had
experienced his skills.
She was amazed the other lady spoke so openly about having hired
Trevor’s services.
“Well, Ms. Leigh, about the Children’s Christmas gala you want to
have for the orphanage.” Tiffany changed the subject and brought the focus back
to the reason for their lunch appointment.
“Yes, I was thinking about the second Saturday in December. I’ve
already contacted some toy stores to see what they would be willing to donate.”
“That’s a good start. We’ll need clothing store participation,
grocers and volunteers, both for the event and ones who will give of their time
year around.”
“Goodness, I didn’t even think about all of those other things. I
can see why you come so highly recommended.”
Tiffany and Marsha created a rough outline of the plans for the
gala and arranged to meet in a week.
The meeting concluded and Marsha left. Tiffany pulled out her cell
phone and dialed her office. While she waited for someone to answer, she opened
up her laptop.
“Occasionally Yours, this is Jaunice. How may I help you?” Jaunice
was one of three college students who worked for her and Josephine part-time.
“Jaunice, this is Tiffany. Is Josephine available?”
“Hello, Miss Selina. Miss Dailey is in a meeting with Mrs.
Collins, the woman from the Breast Cancer Society. Would you like me to interrupt
her?”
“No, it’s nothing that can’t wait. Open a file for Marsha Leigh
and have a carrier take a copy of the standardized contract papers by her
office. Tell Josephine I’ll place the outline sketch on the office drive and
meet with her tomorrow about it.”
There was a brief pause. Tiffany knew Jaunice was writing all of
the information down.
“Anything else, Miss Selina?”
“No, that’ll