Alicia was standing there holding his soup bowl with both hands as though she was offering it to him. He lifted it out of her hands, unable to do it without touching her soft skin. Even in that fraction of a second of physical contact, he felt her – her mind inside his, his mind inside hers, then it was gone as he lifted the bowl out of her hands.He stared at her for a moment, realizing that he’d felt a new depth to her that wasn’t there forty years before. She waited patiently, knowing full well her violation of his privacy. “Come in,” Jake said, finally breaking the awkward silence between them.Alicia walked into the darkness of the room and let him close the door behind her. She heard him set the soup bowl down, then his hands were on her shoulders as he stood behind her. In physical contact again, she could feel his mind questing on the edge of her consciousness. He didn’t want her; he needed her. And he hadn’t known it until she was standing there, offering herself to him. She. I held up two fingers. He nodded and went to get our beers.Coming back, he set them down in front of me. I held him up. “Barry, who are those people over there?” I said, pointing to the booth where the three newcomers were checking the menu deciding what to order.“Those guys?” he said.“Yeah,” I said.“They’re from that law firm downtown,” he said. I looked at him like he was nuts. If she was at a law firm and working for them; then, she must’ve moved here. Now, I was in a quandary. I had to get out of there.I headed back to our table. I handed Steve his brew and waited for him to shoot. I kept my eye on the lawyers. She didn’t seem to notice me, not yet at any rate.We finished the game, call-shot eight ball. I made my apologies to Steve and headed out; oh yeah, and he won, well my mind was elsewhere. I put up my cue, and then she did see me. We made eye contact, and I walked out. Still not a word between us. It was clear to me that she didn’t want to talk to me.At home, I poured.
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