BLACK NOTICE. PATRICIA CORNWELL

“I didn’t mean to do this to you,” I said.

Tears touched his eyes and he quickly looked away.

“I never meant to. It’s my fault,” I softly said.

“Fault?” he said. “Fault? I didn’t realize there-was fault involved, as in something to be blamed. As in a mistake.”

He leaned into the table and smiled smugly, as if he were a detective who’d just tripped me with a trick question.

“Fault. Hmmm,” he pondered, blowing smoke.

“Jay, you’re so young,” I said. “Someday you’ll understand-”

“I ‘can’t help my age.” He interrupted me in a voice that caused glances.

“And you live in France, for God’s sake.”

“There are worse places to live.”

“You can dance around words all you want, Jay,” I said. “But reality always has its way with people.”

“You’re sorry, aren’t you?” He leaned back. “I know so much about you, and then I go and do something as stupid as that.”

“I never said it was stupid.”

“It’s because you aren’t ready.”

I was getting upset, too.

“You can’t possibly know if I’m ready or not ready,” I told him as the waiter appeared to take our’ order and then discreetly moved on. “You spend far too much time in my mind and maybe not enough in your own.”

“Okay. Don’t worry. I won’t ever try to anticipate your feelings or thoughts again.”

“Ah. Petulance,” I replied. “At last you’re acting your age:’

His eyes flashed. I sipped my wine. He’d already finished another glass.

“I deserve respect, too,” he said. “I’m not a child. What was this afternoon, Kay? Social work? Charity? Sex education? Foster care?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this here,” I suggested.

“Or maybe you just used me,” he event on.

“I’m too old for you. Please lower your voice.”

“Old is my mother, my aunt. The deaf widow who lives next door to me is old”

I realized I had no idea where Talley lived. I didn’t even have his home telephone number.

“Old is the way you act when you’re overbearing and condescending ‘and a chicken,” he said, raising his glass to me.

“A chicken? I’ve been called a lot of things, but never a chicken:’

“You’re an emotional chicken.” He drank as if trying to put out a fire. “That’s why you were with him. He was safe. I don’t care how much you say youloved him. He was safe.,>

“Don’t talk about something you know nothing about,” I warned him as I began to tremble.

“Because you’re afraid. You’ve been afraid ever since your father died, ever since you felt different from everyone because you are different from everyone and that’s the price people like us pay. We’re special. We’re alone and we rarely think it’s because we’re special. We just think there’s something wrong with us.”

I placed my napkin on top of the table and pushed back my chair.

“That’s the problem with you intelligence-gathering assholes;” I said in a low, calm voice. “You appropriate the secrets, the treasures and tragedies and ecstasies of someone as if they are your own. At least I have a life. At least I don’t live voyeuristically through people I don’t know. At least I’m not some kind of spy.”

“I’m not a spy;” he said. “It was my job to find out as much as I could about you.”

“And you did your job extraordinarily well,” I said, stung. “Especially this afternoon.”

“Please don’t leave;” he quietly said as he reached across the table for my hand.

I pulled away from him. I walked out of the restaurant as other diners stared. Someone laughed and made a comment I didn’t need to translate to understand. It was obvious that the handsome young man and his older lady friend were having a lover’s spat. Or maybe he was her gigolo.

It was almost nine-thirty and I walked with determination toward the hotel while everyone else in the city, it seemed, continued to venture out. A woman police officer wearing white gloves whistled traffic through as I waited with a great crowd to cross the Boulevard des Capucines. The air was bright with voices and cold light from the moon. The aromas of crepes and beignets and chestnuts roasting in small grills made me heartsick and dizzy.

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