dangling from a restaurantâs awning. It had a dozen outside tables and rows of low hanging multi-colored lanterns, gently swinging in the breeze. As they approached the entrance, they were greeted with music and song, a lively operatic aria from La Traviata . The singerâs energetic gusto compensated for his lack of talent.
Da Meo Pattaca was a favorite historic tourist restaurant known for its old-fashioned ambiance, strolling gypsy musicians, its food with medieval portions of pasta, and tableside serenades by underemployed opera stars.
A rotund, grinning waiter, menus in hand, approached with vibrant gesticulations of welcome. Soon they were seated al fresco under a clear sky of stars. A lit candle on the table was flickering as though dancing in the breeze. Kevin noticed Katie wearing the gold-plated bracelet heâd given her years ago. It was without valueâexcept to her. She still wore it. It tugged at his heart.
In turn, Katie noticed the watch on Kevinâs wrist, the Mickey Mouse watch sheâd given him. She pointed to it. âYouâre still wearing that?â she asked.
âGiven to me by someone special,â Kevin replied.
âDo you remember the message on the back of it?â Katie asked playfully.
ââDonât take yourself too seriously,ââ Kevin said. âThat admonition hasnât always been easy.â
After theyâd ordered from an oversized souvenir menu, Kevin asked, âHow was Brussels?â
Katie fidgeted with her phone, answering while reading a text message. âOh, not bad. I did three depositions, got asked out to dinner twiceâdeclinedâand walked around the Grand Place. Iâm working for an interesting new client. Worldwide trading company and my firm is racking up the fees!â Finishing with her text message, she felt Kevin put his hand on her phone.
Katie looked up. âSorry! Thatâs it. I promise, no more.â
âItâs our time, okay? Itâs rare enough these days,â Kevin said.
âSo tell me about your Mission Impossible assignment.â
âNot going well,â Kevin responded. âEven though Iâm sworn to secrecy, I decided I want to tell you what Iâm doing here.â
âTelling me sacred secrets, Kevin? Like old times.â
Old times? She still had a way of getting to him. Kevin struggled every day with thinking about old times with Katie. Why couldnât he banish them completely, stop thinking about them? God could be cruel sometimes. Lead us not into temptation .
Kevin looked at Katie and resisted the temptation to reach for her hand. âFor the first time the Church is allowing married Catholics to use birth control.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â asked Katie. She wanted to reach out and touch him.
âLook, Catholics mostly ignore that rule anyway, but the conservative wing of the Church is not going to take this well.â
Katie shrugged. âWhy is that so important?â
âOur problem is that thereâs a lunatic branch of the Church that doesnât tolerate liberal changes like this, and it could put them over the top.â
âSo whatâll they do? Post a nasty message on Facebook? Picket the Vatican?â
âItâs more serious. This wacky group has threatened life of the pope.â
âYouâre not serious? And if youâre worried, then this is scary, Kevin. Iâm worried about you.â
Kevin smiled. âThanks. I can take care of myself.â
âAre you sure you know what youâre doing?â
âIâll be all right,â said Kevin. âI just wanted to let you know whatâs going on.â
A waiter hurried over with a plate balanced in each hand. Kevinâs ossobuco and Katieâs angel hair pasta had arrived.
âAbsolutely delicious,â said Kevin as he dove into the ossobuco, an Italian dish of braised veal shanks with a zesty