Some movement behind Paola: the maître d’ waved a napkin above his head. I glanced across the street, curious who could be watching for the signal. Earlier, I had noticed a police sergeant loitering by the newsstand, flipping the pages of a magazine. Now he stared at me from behind impenetrable sunglasses. When the maître d’ shouted a clipped “Eh!,” the sergeant darted through the traffic on the busy avenue.
When I turned back to remark on this astonishing development, Anyssa or Martina or Paola had vanished, and two waiters struggled to drag the strange herald away from my table.
Note: See But Wait! There’s More…. for an explanation of the 100 Words project. Read the previous installment or the next one.
© 2008 Edward F. Gumnick
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