C4 antho - Chamber Four
C4 antho - Chamber Four C4 antho - Chamber Four
~232~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology “Enough, that hurts?” “No,” said Munro. “Enough, let’s have dinner.” Sharon was uncertain. “You mean sometime?” she asked. “I mean now.” “I couldn’t,” Sharon said. “I’m not dressed or anything. Look at me.” “I am looking at you. I have been for a couple of weeks. You look fine. You’re dressed beautifully.” “No, I’m not,” said Sharon. “Or, where did you think of going?” “No place,” said Munro. “Are you busy? Do you have to be anywhere?” Briefly, Sharon thought of Neil. Did she in that moment discern the ineluctable advent of the next thing? Probably she did. She thought of Neil. “No,” she said. Duncan Munro ordered dinner brought up―no ordinary dinner, the kind of dinner Sharon didn’t get every night, didn’t get every year. A dinner on heavy linen, perfectly white, a dinner under silver covers, with a couple of bottles of champagne, a dinner rolled in by two waiters, one to serve and one to light the candles and pop the corks. With them was a tall man wearing a blue suit, an Englishman. “This is Patrick,” Duncan Munro told Sharon. “Hi, Patrick,” said Sharon. “Good evening, miss,” said the Englishman. “You and I talked on the phone, didn’t we?” Sharon asked. “Indeed we did, miss,” said Patrick. “Will that be all for now, sir?” he asked Munro. Munro nodded and Patrick
The Next Thing on Benefit ~233~ shooed the waiters off and followed them to the elevator and out. “Who’s Patrick?” Sharon asked Duncan Munro. “Patrick’s an Etonian,” said Munro. “What’s an Etonian?” “A good thing to be, where Patrick comes from,” said Munro. “Are you one?” Sharon asked him. “I might have been,” said Munro. “But Patrick’s the real thing. Patrick is a man of many talents.” “He’s like the concierge?” “The concierge?” “Yeah. He works for the hotel, doesn’t he?” asked Sharon. “No,” said Munro. “Not for the hotel.” They began on their dinner. Munro wore a robe, and Sharon sat opposite him in sweatpants and her FDNY Tshirt. She expected Munro to drink a lot, but he barely tasted the wine. Sharon drank most of it herself. Probably that was part of the thing, long after dinner, of her finding herself with Duncan Munro in the suite’s shower. They stood in each other’s arms under the warm water. “I think I’ve had too much champagne,” said Sharon. “Don’t be silly,” said Munro. “You can’t have too much champagne. It’s good for you.” “It is?” “Well, at any rate,” said Munro, “it’s good for me.” “But you haven’t had any.” “But you have.”
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~232~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />
“Enough, that hurts?”<br />
“No,” said Munro. “Enough, let’s have dinner.”<br />
Sharon was uncertain.<br />
“You mean sometime?” she asked.<br />
“I mean now.”<br />
“I couldn’t,” Sharon said. “I’m not dressed or anything.<br />
Look at me.”<br />
“I am looking at you. I have been for a couple of weeks.<br />
You look fine. You’re dressed beautifully.”<br />
“No, I’m not,” said Sharon. “Or, where did you think of<br />
going?”<br />
“No place,” said Munro. “Are you busy? Do you have to<br />
be anywhere?”<br />
Briefly, Sharon thought of Neil. Did she in that moment<br />
discern the ineluctable advent of the next thing? Probably<br />
she did. She thought of Neil.<br />
“No,” she said.<br />
Duncan Munro ordered dinner brought up―no ordinary<br />
dinner, the kind of dinner Sharon didn’t get every night,<br />
didn’t get every year. A dinner on heavy linen, perfectly<br />
white, a dinner under silver covers, with a couple of bottles<br />
of champagne, a dinner rolled in by two waiters, one to serve<br />
and one to light the candles and pop the corks. With them<br />
was a tall man wearing a blue suit, an Englishman.<br />
“This is Patrick,” Duncan Munro told Sharon.<br />
“Hi, Patrick,” said Sharon.<br />
“Good evening, miss,” said the Englishman.<br />
“You and I talked on the phone, didn’t we?” Sharon asked.<br />
“Indeed we did, miss,” said Patrick. “Will that be all for<br />
now, sir?” he asked Munro. Munro nodded and Patrick