“‘Jackie it is.’ ‘That’s what my dad used to call me.’ I got up and opened another bottle of wine. ‘Want some?’ I asked.
She nodded.
I filled her glass, took the dirty dishes over to the sink, removed the sorbet from the freezer and served it up.
‘You’re a very good host,’ said Jackie.
‘Like I told you, I don’t get the chance too often these days.’ ‘I bet.’ I noted a hint of flirtatiousness in her tone, and smiled.
We ate the sweet, and I leaned over and turned up the light under the coffee pot. ‘No caffeine,’ I said.
‘You remembered.’ ‘The way you were so adamant about it, how could I forget?’ ‘I’m sorry if I was rude. Your turning up was something of a surprise.’ ‘I should have phoned first.’ ‘Then I probably wouldn’t have seen you at all.’ ‘That’s why I didn’t.’ I removed the pudding dishes from the table and poured the coffee.
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