SOMETHING EVA THIS WAY COMES ~ Part 2 & Last

 

SOMETHING EVA THIS WAY COMES ~ Part 2

by Richard Banks

         The President glanced across at his wife. “So, you do remember, I can see it in your face. Now close your eyes or we’ll be stopping off at the first burger bar we come to.” She did as she was told. This she had found was the best way of managing him. It pleased him when she played along with his little games, and when he was in a good mood he was usually receptive to whatever she needed his approval for.

         A few minutes later they came to an abrupt halt in a courtyard that, on the opening of her eyes, she instantly recognised. This was not the first time she had been to The Grand since their first date but none the less the thought of being there filled her with a sense of pleasure and excitement that few other things could rival.

         The President observed her unforced smile and the animated gleam in her eyes. “Happy anniversary,” he said in a voice that was almost a whisper.

         Although her next reaction was one of puzzlement she managed to hide it from him. Anniversary, she thought, anniversary of what? He couldn’t be meaning the anniversary of their marriage; that was months off. Her brain rapidly considered and dismissed the other possibilities until she was left with just one, their first date, but that wasn’t for another week. Had he made a mistake? Surely not. If he thought this was the anniversary of that day then it must be, but deep down she knew that it was not.

         The Manager and Chief Waiter came scurrying out to greet them. In their wake followed two liveried attendants, one of whom was directed to park the President’s car while the other stood ready to unfold a king-size umbrella in case an unexpected rain drop should fall from the cloudless sky. Their table although not in the centre of the dining room, where the most important guests were served, was none the less set-out and decorated with a style and precision that was almost an art form. The waiter presented them with their menus and, having been told by the President to fetch them a bottle of champagne departed post-haste to the bar.

         “Recognise him?” Said the President, the look on his face suggesting that this was another of his little games. His wife lowered the menu she was holding-up and peered over it at the waiter who, she decided, she had never seen before.

         “Is he a good waiter?” she asked.

         “Good at his job?” replied the President.

         “Of course.”

         “He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t.”

         “Then of course, I wouldn’t know him. A good waiter is unobtrusive, scarcely noticed.”

         “So, you’re telling me you don’t recognise the waiter who served us on our first date?”

         “It can’t be,” she said, “he was at least a foot taller and had a full head of hair.”

         “So you did notice him!”

         “Well, I remember that. Anyway, why do you think it’s the same waiter?”

         “I don’t think, I know,” growled the President. “Had him brought out of retirement just for us.”

         “What about the Manager?”

         “What about him?”

         “Is he the same Manager as before?”

         “No, the old one died five years back.”

         “Oh well, in that case, best left where he is. I hope you didn’t try to..”

         The President suppressed a grunt of disapproval and consoled himself with a cigar which he had no sooner placed between his lips when the waiter appeared, as if from nowhere, to light it. That he managed to do so while holding above his head a silver tray containing the champagne and two crystal glasses was a feat of dexterity that the President and his wife could only admire and wonder at.

         “Tell me, Raymond,” said the President. “It is Raymond, isn’t it?”

         “As you wish, sir.”

         “Am I right in thinking that this is the very same table that the First Lady and myself sat at all those years ago?”

         “It is indeed, sir. It is a handcrafted original by Rinaldi, the elder. It is over four hundred years old and made from the finest Peruvian mahogany.”

         The President turned up the table cloth in front of him to admire Rinaldi’s work. The First Lady sensing that she was expected to do the same followed suit. It was indeed a very fine table and for a few moments, she felt a genuine pride that she and the President had played a small part in its long and distinguished history.

         The waiter asked if they wished to order now and the President replied that they would have the roast beef twice with all the trimmings and the cheeseboard to follow. The waiter poured the champagne and retreated to the kitchen.

         “I was going to order the duck,” said the First Lady, displeased but not surprised.

         “Come on, go with it. This is what we ordered all those years ago. Let’s relive the past, just like it was. Now, what about the string quartet? Recognise them?”

         “Well, they’re even older than the waiter, so I suppose it stands to reason that they were here on our first visit.”

         “You bet. Every one of them. See the old guy on the base. Had him brought over from an old folks’ home in Lichtenstein.”

         The First Lady was about to make a disparaging remark about their combined age when she realised that her husband was being romantic and had gone to considerable trouble and expense to recreate this opening scene from their life together. She decided to play along. He deserved it. How many other husbands after so long would have taken such pains. But this was also an opportunity she could exploit. When he was in a good mood there was little he would deny her, except perhaps for what she was about to ask.

         She smiled and made her eyes sparkle in the way she could when trying to engage a man’s attention. “And this was one of the tunes they played that evening. How clever of you to remember.” She was by no means sure that this was so, but given her husband’s attention to detail, she had little doubt that this would have been one of them.

         The President’s craggy features creased into a broad smile. “What an evening that was.”

         “But how disappointed you must have been when I didn’t invite you up to my apartment. Never mind. We’ll make up for it tonight. Thirty years on and even better.”

         He smiled again but inside felt a deep void of disappointment for what was not going to happen.

         “And there I was thinking I might be losing you to the Justice Minister.”

         “What Juliana! You’re kidding me.”

         “Well she is very young to be a Government Minister and you have been spending rather a lot of time with her.”

         The President frowned, unsure if his wife was being serious or frivolous. “We’ve had meetings, yes, in my office, Government business. I have to see my Ministers. Can’t do it all down   a phone.”

         “No, of course not, but no one seems to know what the business was. Could it be true what people are whispering?”

         “Whispering what?”

         “That you are about to change the Constitution so you can stand for President again. Our first three term President.”

         “Juliana has other duties to do with this damn asteroid. We weren’t talking about a third term.”

         “So, you’re keeping to our agreement?”

         “Have I ever welshed on a deal, even one that’s thirty years old and which no third party witnessed?  Of course, you’re next in line. Why do you think I had you elected to the Executive Council. It’s a done deal. Satisfied? Now, can we get back to enjoying the evening.”

         The First Lady looked suitably chastised as if the victory was his rather than hers.

         The waiter arrived with their meals and they began their delicious exploration of The Grand’s unrivalled cuisine. They had no sooner finished than the waiter reappeared to ask them if they wished to go up to the roof garden to watch the asteroid swing by on its projected course between the Earth and Moon. To mark the occasion there would be fireworks and special cocktails.

         The President replied that he was sick and tired of the asteroid and wanted nothing more to do with it. The First Lady and himself would be staying below. If asteroid watching was going to delay their dessert they would be needing two more bottles of champagne.

         The waiter departed as the other diners began to take the lift to the roof. By the time he returned with the champagne the restaurant was empty of its other diners apart from the two Government minders seated inconspicuously at an unfavoured table near the kitchen door. The waiter was about to leave them again when the President signalled him to delay.

         “Raymond, would you be so good as to pass-on my compliments, and those of the First Lady, to the Manager. When we first came to this establishment thirty years ago I thought it impossible for any restaurant to exceed the standard of excellence we enjoyed that evening. I was wrong. The Grand has risen to new heights. My congratulations to everyone responsible.” The President nodded his head in agreement with himself and grinned broadly at the waiter as though he was now an esteemed friend. “Oh, Raymond, one more thing, would you make sure that you give him that message in the next nine minutes.”

         The First Lady wondered at the significance of the nine minutes and correctly surmised that a further surprise was to follow. That it had something to do with the two bottles of champagne he had ordered was confirmed by the President taking hold of one and, without a word of explanation, taking it across to his two minders. After several minutes in which he was seen to fill their glasses and convivially slap one of them on the back he returned to his wife with the air of a man who had discharged a necessary but not unpleasant duty.

         “Is that wise?” she said in the teasing way she sometimes used when registering minor concerns. “You know they shouldn’t be drinking on duty. It could cost them their jobs.”

         “Thank you!” he said.

         “For what?” Clearly, this had nothing to do with his minders.

         “For everything. For the last thirty years, every one of them. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

         “Of course you would.”

         “No way. Now stop arguing and get drinking. This stuff costs more than most people earn in a week. In fairness to them, we shouldn’t be wasting any.”

         The First Lady replied that she had no intention of wasting it. Good champagne must be sipped and savoured.  There was no hurry, the restaurant didn’t close for at least two hours.

         The President looked at his watch and considered the luxury of two more hours. “Let’s play thirty seconds,” he said.

         “Thirty seconds?”

         “Yes, it’s a new game. You start. You tell me a joke. If you make me laugh you get a surprise and if you don’t make me laugh you still get a surprise.”

         “That sounds like a rather pointless game. Can’t I just have my surprise now?”

         “Joke first. Remember the one you told me thirty years ago? The one I didn’t get and only pretended to laugh at. Tell it again, Sam. I want to do better.”

         The First Lady, as usual, decided to play along. She was only halfway through her joke when the President laughed so loud that his minders were visibly startled.

         “I haven’t got to the punch line,” protested the First Lady.

         “You haven’t got time,” replied the President, “you really don’t have...”         

   Copyright Richard Banks