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The TOQUES of the Town

Thu, 31 Oct 2024 00:43:49 +0000

This story is primarily about sailing along the coast of the French Rivera by Zach and Chad, his son. It is a fictional travel log written in the first person. Each individual episode addresses a particular port-of-call along the Rivera's coast following the initial episode that presents the reason and the creation of the itinerary for the cruise. A portion of the cruise involves only Zach and Sara, his wife, who joins him in Villefranche-sur-Mer for 4 weeks.There are two major land excursions included in the itinerary for the benefit of supporting the Chad's future.

NOTE: Most persons and the dog are ficticious, but the places are real.

PLANNING THE CRUISE

I had retired early at the age of 49 in New Orleans. I had started and sold 2 successful consulting firms by that time. It was for my 50th birthday celebration that Sara threw a party for all of our friends at Galatoire's in the French Quarter that set my course for next several decades. Typical for me, I made a flipchart presentation at the party where I laid out my desired activities for the next 30 years. (Having been trained in the 70s to use flipcharts at IBM following B-School. PowerPoint doesn't permit as much freedom to be dynamic in making my points.) My top priority was to bareboat charter a sailboat for sailing along the coast of the French Rivera. The list also included 1 month of skiing in Utah/Colorado each year, as well doing wine tasting at all of the wineries In Sonoma, CA. Sara and I had already completed Napa and Carneros.

I have been sailing since I was 20 beginning with a 17ft Barneget sloop common in the NE. After selling my first consultancy at the age of 35, I made the substantial upgrade to a 40ft Caliber sloop on Lake Pontchartrain, North of NOLA.

I named the boat 'Sweet Sale' as play on words having sold my first consultancy. With retirement, it was now time to go to the next level of charting a sailboat in the Mediterranean bare of paid crew and supplies. Although Sweet Sale is a cruiser capable of a Transatlantic crossing, I decided that challenge would follow the success of the Med. cruise. However, for this cruise there was one major issue I had to address. I needed a crewmember. While Sara is a very capable first mate, her thriving law firm in NOLA could not do without her for the expected 4-month duration in the Med. I had considered several of my peers at the NOLA Yacht Club, but I was not comfortable with the availability of the other retired members that were at least 20 years older than me. Sara and I discussed various possible crewmembers, but we only came up with one possibility of my 22 y/o Chad. However, he had applied 2 months earlier to Stanford's MBA program. If accepted, then he would not be available for much of that period. It seemed that I would have look elsewhere

Chad and I have developed a strong relationship given the many things we do together including sailing, snow skiing, cooking, and even building furniture. However now, Chad is driven to obtain his MBA as soon as possible. He is very determined to mirror my career by beginning with an MBA. His drive is well understood by Sara and me. But, the timing of this cruise would mean a 1-year delay for him to enter Stanford. Sara and I discussed how to approach him. It was decided that Sara would introduce the cruise to Chad as a point of ongoing 'companionship' and a rare opportunity that would most likely not come again once he began his professional career. I saw this as a weak argument. "After all, I won't even be 60 when he is well on his way and able to take the time for such an excursion". She responded, "Really? You want to wait until then with the possibility that he could be well into a family of his own? No!, the case needs to be made for NOW!" I relunctantly accepted her argument, and she planned to approach Chad the next Sunday over drinks before dinner at the NOLA yacht club. However, on that Saturday the strategy changed. Chad received a letter from Stanford stating that he would have to demonstrate his ability in the working world for at least 1 year before being accepted. This was a point that Stanford used in qualifying the thousands of applicants having just received their undergraduate degree and with no meaningful work experience. Understandably, he was distraught when he read the temporary-rejection letter to us that evening. Being quite agitated he said;, "Really? Stanford responds with a Catch 22. I need to have an applicable work experience to be accepted in the MBA program. BUT! I need the MBA to get that experience." I paused and then responded, "I do understand your point. But that is Stanford's approach." I paused for a moment and then said, "Actually, Mom and I have an idea that we were going to speak with you about over drinks at the Club tomorrow. And now, given Stanford's position, we can make your and our plans work beautifully for all of us." "Sure Dad, you always have a plan.", he said somewhat sarcastically. Chad often used that tone when he was not happy with a situation. Sara quickly cut in, "Really Son, you are going to love our plan. I promise you.", as she followed with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Softening his tone, "Ok, so what is this plan that is SO good for all 3?" I paused again as a point of emphasis, and then spoke, "We will first go to the club for drinks and dinner tomorrow and discuss it there. Given the letter, I want to put together some additional structure. You have to wait until then. You may not recognize it now Son, but I think your temporary rejection is going to work well for you both in the short and long term." "Whatever Dad", as he turned and went up the stairs to his room. I looked at Sara, winked and said "This is working out perfectly Love." She nodded her agreement.

Chad's BACKGROUND

In addition to Chad pursuing his professional career, Sara and I had noted his passion for cooking. NOLA offered the perfect environment for that, but primarily limited to the Creole and Cajun recipes so richly presented there. He and I would often take on both new and traditional recipes with friends invited to join us in our spacious kitchen (gas only, no electric) The absolute favorite recipe cookbook of the many that we possess is the "New Orleans Cookbook' by the Collins husband and wife team. I am proud to say that we own the coveted first edition.

Unintentionally, cooking with us planted the seed for Chad's future. Beginning in his middle teens, he became increasingly involved with the preparation of dinner. Initially, Sara and I took turns with the entrees, with his responsibility being that of assembling/creating the salads. By the time he graduated from high school, he was sharing in the making of the entree as well. At first, he would be responsible for the set up of the ingredients for the entrees. Then as Sara and I performed the steps of making the entree, we would instruct him with the intent of having him do the cooking in the future. During the summer preceding his entering Louisiana State University (LSU), he was the Chef at least 2 nights a week. Frequently I noticed that his entrees were often quite different in taste than my own. When I asked him about the differences in his preparation. he explained that he was practicing what he had seen on the Web in various cooking videos. Simply, he was testing the use of various spices and other ingredients to create unique favors. Although not always successful, I took note of his serious interest in the culinary arts and made a mental note as to what I would provide him at some time in the near future. Specifically, the Med. cruise I was planning provided an ideal opportunity for professional training in a particular village on the French Rivera. I believed that he needed to be on his own once he knew the basics, which he now had. I well understood that parental point from my father who dealt with me in the same way. My father was willing to let me experience my own failures, but in a safe fashion.

I particularly recognized Chad's competitive spirit when skiing together. Since he was 16, it had always been a challenge between the two of us on the most difficult ♦♦ slopes. It was not until he was 19 with Vöiki Mantra, All Mountain skis and Technica Cochise boots that he was superior in cutting through the glades. I had graciously accepted Son's advancement, and no longer were there bets as to who would pay for drinks during après ski; I always bought the dinners, of course. Contrarily, it was not the same when sailing Sweet Sale. That was always a team effort with the two of us alternating as to who took the helm and who handled the sheets (the lines) for the sails. In both skiing and sailing, each of us had developed full respect for the other's skills.

THE PLAN, almost

The Sunday dinner at the club was nearly a weekly tradition for them for the last 15 years since the purchase of Sweet Sale. Each Sunday the club offered its Prime Rib special that was generous in its portions and a great occasion for meeting with the other club members. The Club's special included both Yorkshire pudding as well as Gratin Dauphinois. The deserts varied each Sunday, but were usually a mixture of Cajun dishes given the series of Sous Chefs over the years. During the months of April through June, soft shell crab would be alternately substituted for the prime rib as the special. In these cases the Gratin Dauphinois was replaced with a dish including the 'trinity' of vegetable (green bell pepper, onion, and celery) that are diced and cook in fat similar to mirepoix used in traditional French cuisine.

At 6, the 3 of us arrived at the Club and sat at our normal table next to the bar overlooking the docks. The server approached, "The usual Sir?" I responded, "Actually we will start with a bottle of Cristal Champagne. We are celebrating tonight. Also, bring an extra flute." "Yes Sir!" responded the waiter with a broad smile. He knew that I always tipped handsomely and that $250 bottle of Champagne alone would result in at least $40 in his pocket. Chad smiled and started with, "Well, this must be a really good plan you two have." I was quick to respond, "It is Son. But first we will toast, and then I will provide the details. The plan takes full advantage of your 1 year delay in entering Stanford by building an ever greater CV for their consideration of your enrollment at that time."

The server returned shortly with the Crystal, 4 lead-crystal flutes etched with the club's insigne, and a bowl of mixed nuts. He removed the cork's retaining wire the required 5 twists and gently edged the cork out with only the slightest pop. He then carefully filled 3 of the flutes that he held tilted to not 'startle' the Champagne. While the Crystal was being served, I motioned to pour some Crystal in the 4th flute. "Young man, please join us in this toast with this most amazing Champagne." "Yes Sir!" With all served, I started: "Cheers and best wishes to our loved and loving Son. May his future match his kind and very talented mind." With cheers and clicking of flutes around, the server finished his half-flute and departed knowing not to return until motioned to by me..

Chad spoke first, "Thanks Dad. I wish not to rush you .... BUT, I do. What is the plan?" I took another sip of the Champagne and sat back in my chair. "Son, do you recall my top priority desire that I presented during my 50th birthday party?" "Yes, of course. You desire to sail the coast of the French Rivera." "Correct!, However, I need a sailing mate since Mom cannot afford to be away from her law practice for 4 months. So now, with your one year delay before you can apply again to Stanford's MBA program, you are the best choice to join me on this amazing cruise." I paused and began again hearing no comment from Chad. "I have developed the itinerary for the 4 months which I think you will greatly appreciate and desire. The itinerary provides for some extraordinary experiences that can provide you with an excellent CV to be presented to Stanford in a year for admission." "OK Dad. I am all ears." "To start with, the Ports of Call will be Monaco first, followed by Cap-d'Ail, Villefranche-sur-Mer, Antibes, Cannes, St. Tropez, Marseille, Cap d'Agde. Chad then interrupted him, "But Dad, taking a cruise along the Rivera for 4 months would not be viewed very well on its own, I believe. I am struggling with what I can do professionally within a year that will mark be as good candidate yet alone only 8 months." "I looked sternly at him and restarted. "Let me finish, and then you can state your points, that is if you will have any after you hear what I have to say."

SELLING THE PLAN

"Mom and I understand your desire to start your own company once you have an MBA. Right?' He nodded. "We also know your passion for the culinary arts. And, you have often mentioned that there is not an American equivalent to Michelin Star ratings across the U.S. Such restaurants only exist in LA, Chicago, San Francisco, and NYC. As you know, even NOLA does not have access to that rating system due to the lack of Michelin personnel to do the evaluations here." I paused for a moment, as I often do to maintain his attention. "So what does the combination of the 3 points of

MBA, lack of an American rating system equivalent to Michelin Star, and your culinary passion suggest to you Son?" I waited for him to take all of that into consideration. Suddenly, he raised his flute in the air. " WOW!, what a great idea Dad. Give me a moment while I think of a name for this venture." Sara quickly spoke up, "I think that 'TOQUE' ('Chef's hat') suggests both charm and excellent cuisine." Son smiled and said "Accepted Mom. Toque it will be."

NOTE: The Michelin Guide was first introduced in 1900 to encourage the purchases of automobiles, and hence tires. In 1926, a single Star rating was introduced. In 1936, the ratings were increased to include zero, 1,2, and 3 stars.

Chad started. "Really super idea Dad. So again, what does the 4-month cruise have to do with a Toque rating system?" I smiled and sat up in my chair and finished the bottle by refilling the 3 flutes. "This is the brilliant part that Mom and I have agreed to doing. ... that is, subject to your agreement. There are 2 educational opportunities that we will pay for during the cruise that will serve you well in pursuing a Toque rating system, and then your application to Stanford." He sat up in his chair taking a long sip of the Champagne. I continued, "The first is the French language school in Villefrance-sur-Mer, Institut de Français.This is a 4-week total-immersion program as to the language and French cuisine. Our itinerary is aligned with being in that village for you to go directly into the program." "WOW! Dad, but" I stopped him with another stern look,"Permit me to proceed, and I will come back to your obvious question in a moment. The second program is a 4-week immersion, again, into the art of French cooking. That is Gastronomicom in Cap d'Agde that is at the end of our sailing. You and I will be taking that program together." "I mean WOW! Dad. Of course I want to do that. It will be fantastic part of my CV that sets up my opportunity to put together the Toque rating system." I continued. "Now, to answer your unspoken question, I first have something for your Mom." He then handed an envelope to Sara. "Darling, open the envelope please." She looked puzzled as she used her index finger to open the envelope. When she pulled out the contents, she was even more confused. It was a first class, round trip ticket on Delta to go to Villefrance-sur-Mer." She noted the dates of the travel and then stated, "But I can't do this trip. I have my calendar completely booked for that period with very interesting new clients that I would never expected to engage the firm." Broadly smiling, I said. "No you don't Love. Those appointments you have seen are not real. Ellen, your personal secretary, and I falsely scheduled your calendar to keep you available to come to Villefrance-sur-Mer and sail with me while Son is in the school there" Like Son, she responded "WOW!, you Devil you" "So Son, you now know the answer to your unspoken question as to what I will be doing during your 4 week experience in Villefrance sur Mer." All finished their Champagne with a click of the flutes.

MONACO

I decided that Chad and I would take the earlier Delta flight-combo, via JFK, that left New Orleans at 11:14 AM and arrived the next day in Nice at 8:15 A.M. The alternative flight-combo via Atlanta arrived later at Noon. I had purchased First Class tickets, which provided seats that could be transitioned to flat beds on the flight across the Atlantic. With both dinner and breakfast service, we were well rested and fed during the 8 hour flight. I reserved window seats on the right side to view the crossing of France and especially the landing in Nice with its spectacular coastline. Also, I knew that on the odd-number flight from JFK, that the best seats were towards the front of First Class thereby providing the first choices of the various meals offered. (On the returned flight of NCE to JFK, which was a even-number flight, I chose seats at the rear of First Class in order to have the first choices of meals.). Since this was Chad's first international flight, I warned him of not consuming too much of the endless pour of wine and Champagne that was available. I also suggested that he tell the Flight Attendant not to wake him for breakfast if he was asleep. We would eat our lunch in Monaco.

Once in the Nice airport, I made arrangements to have most of the substantial luggage to be delivered to the boat-charter service in Monaco. We then caught a SNCF train that was another 50 minutes in arriving in Monaco. I chose the train versus the metro/ bus combo that would take an extra hour at least, although very scenic along the coast. However, the train route along the coast did provide glances of two of the ports we will be visiting on the boat: Villefranche-sur-Mer and Cap-d'Ail. The extra time by taking the JFK connection permitted us some exploration in Monaco before boarding the boat. The next sailing leg would be Cap-d'Ail arriving in the early afternoon, that is depending upon the weather. With his numerous trips to Cote Azure in the summer, he had rarely experienced weather in which he could not sail safely.

Arriving at the Monaco station, we made the long walk underground to the outside. Upon exiting the station's entrance, the grand Port Hercules of Monaco presented itself with its wealth of powered and sailing yachts. However, our boat was not in this harbor but rather in Port Fontvieille just around the mountain to the West. This smaller, but very charming, port was for the charter services and those individuals waiting for their opportunity to dock in the prestigious Port Hercules at a rate no less than €1,500 per day.

Before proceeding to the boat, I decided to have lunch first since neither of us had the breakfast service on the Delta flight. I noted that Café de Paris, Monte Carlo had a formidable sitting area adjacent to the marina and we took a table there. As would be common for much of the trip, I ordered a pichet rosé avec beaucoup glacons as well as a carafe de eau. Knowing a few French words, Chad said, "Really Dad? They serve rosé here with ice cubes. How un-French is that?" "Not at all Son. Along the Mediterranean, rosé is most often served with ice cubes on the side given the heat. I did asked for 'much' ice cubes. My French is a bit limited also, but the waiter understood." With a smile I continued, "You now have had your first true French culinary lesson." The waiter returned with the 'pichet' (i liter) of rosé, carafe of water, four glasses, and a bowl of ice with a spoon. He handed each of us a menu and stated he would return at my request via a hand signal. I continued, "After Lunch, I will contact the charter service and they will provide a water shuttle to our boat in the other harbor. As to lunch, I really enjoy just a baguette stuffed with brie and the pâté de maison. I have never enjoyed a large déjeuner in France." Chad then said, "Actually Dad, I am a bit starved. Soooooooo, having looked at the menu I will have the Omelette de la mère Poulard and a petite nicoise salad." "Son, you will soon experience your next two additional French culinary arts, I refer first to a classic French omelet and second the nicoise salad that it is so called due to its origin in Nice. While Chad filled the glasses 2/3 full before the addition of several ice cubes each, I pulled out the map of Port Fontvieille noting the position of the Chartering Service's office. I then called the Service stating that they were in Monaco and would call them after lunch. The individual asked where we were at that point. When I responded, the individual said they would send a shuttle boat to pick us up at 4:30. He also mentioned that their luggage had been delivered and was on the boat, as well as some basic supplies that I had requested a week ago. The plan was to do most of the initial shopping in Cap-d'Ail given the significantly lower costs.

We were finished with lunch and wine by 3 PM. With more than an hour until being picked up, I ordered 2 tango panachés, a traditional Monaco drink made from equal parts of grenadine syrup, lemon soda, and beer. With the drinks delivered, I turned to Chad, "Cheers to us for this extraordinary trip my Son." "Cheers Dad" as we clicked our glasses. While waiting for the shuttle, I went into some brief discussion regarding each of the ports we would be visiting. Chad then asked several questions about the two excursions he was to experience. At 4:30 sharp, the outboard from the Charter service arrived. I paid la addition. Noting that the menu's prices were service compris, I left a €5 tip nonetheless as was my practice when in France

The shuttle was a fast 25ft, open cockpit craft with (2) 200Hp outboards. It was less than 15 minutes when we left Port Hercules, rounded the mountain, and then entered Port Fontvieille. The entrance to the port was spectacular. What this port lacked in size, it made up in its charm and beauty. Upon arrival at the dock for the Charter Service, I immediately spotted our boat for the next 4 months. Before buying the Caliber in the U.S., I had chartered a 40ft Hunter several times and had specifically chosen this U.S.-built vessel over the inferior, French-built, 40ft Beneteau offered by the Charter Service. With the necessary papers signed, we were on-board 'La Vie'. in 5 minutes. Upon entering the below deck cabin, there was a bottle of Veuve Clicqout Champagne and 2 flutes. I was surprised and said to Chad, "How did they know my favorite Champagne?" The rest of that evening was spent stowing our gear on-board and enjoying the Champagne on the open deck in the back. Even though we were well rested given Delta's flat beds across the Atlantic, I knew that morning would come 7 hours earlier than for which our internal clocks were geared. At 10 PM, we headed for our respective births. I took the V-berth at the bow, and Chad settled in the aft-birth under the helm.

We both awakened at 8. Once Chad was dressed, I asked him to go to a patisserie nearby to find croissants and croque monseuirs, if possible. Meanwhile, I took an inventory of the critical rigging, including the sheets for the main and jib. There was no spinnaker or spinnaker pole in the fo'c'sle, which was disappointing to me. Also, the boom vang was not rigged. I mumbled outloud, "Clearly, these guys don't appreciate 'running before the wind". However, there was enough line and pulleys to rig my own vang. Chad returned with 2 croque-monsieurs and 2 café cremes.

After enjoying our petite déjeuner on the aft deck, we made a final check of the required items for their sailing, With the exceptions noted by me earlier, we were set to depart the dock. Suddenly, I heard the individual that we met the previous night yelling to us from the charter office. "S'il vous plaît, attendez messieurs" I noticed he had a gorgeous English-Cream Golden Retriever by his side as they ran towards our boat. The dog was not on a leash and arrived at the boat first. He immediately jumped from the dock to the aft deck and sat behind the steering wheel on the padded bench. We were puzzled by what was happening. When the individual arrived, he caught his breath and stated, "Messieurs, this dog, 'Jazz' was the property of the previous owner of this boat who was a musician from New Orleans in the U.S. Monsieur died 3 weeks ago, and we purchased this boat from his daughter in the U.S. Jazz came with the boat, and we have been caring for him since then. As you can see, Jazz desires to be on the boat. Would you messieurs consider taking him onboard for your trip and leaving him in Cap d'agde when you drop off the boat in 4 months?" He paused, "Our personnel in Cap d'agde understand the situation, and they are willing to accept the dog." I looked at Chad, "What do you think?" Jazz was now licking Chad's left arm. He replied. "Uhhhhh, I'm game Dad." I then turned to the individual, "Bring us whatever dog food you have, and we will take Jazz on." "Merci beaucoup, I will be back shortly with 2 bags of dog food and 2 dishes to serve him his food and water. Also, Jazz loves the water, and he is able to get back onto the boat with the platform at the stern. He does understand basic commends in English and French."

Once we received the dog food and dishes, I started the engine as Chad released the lines from the dock. Within minutes, we were out of the dock and motoring out of the port. Jazz went to the foredeck to enjoy the wind. Approaching the open water, I killed the engine, and Chad then first raised the main, and then the jib. Both sails quickly filled as Dad turned the vessel towards the wind for a starboard tact and eliminating any luffing. We were now underway on our voyage. From my experience with Hunters in the past, I could feel the vessel responding handsomely. Entering the Med., I turned to Chad and said, "La Vie is yar!" Son knew the Katherine Hepburn reference. We both raised our arms into the air in celebration of this forthcoming 4-month adventure. Jazz barked twice from the bow.

Cap-d'Ail

For the sailing leg to the next port-of-call, Cap d'Ail, it would take less than 2 hours. However, once in open water, I decided to put La Vie through some simple maneuvers to refresh both of our's agility in dealing with the sheets in tacking as well as jibing. This was not Lake Pontchartrain, and during the trip we would most likely be confronted with conditions more extreme than back in NOLA. I also wanted to observe Jazz's dealing with all of our activity in handling the sails. Fortunately, it would be quickly demonstrated that Jazz was unaffected by the activity and simply laid at the bow facing and enjoying the wind. Based upon the wagging of his tail, Jazz particularly enjoyed the occasional spray from a wave as La Vie plowed through it.

Using the boat's VHF radio, I called the Port Master in Cap d'Ail to inform him of our arrival in several hours and to get info as to where the boat should dock. We could anchor in the harbor, but I decided that there were too many supplies to obtain to deal with a shuttle. Additionally,I didn't yet know of Jazz's routine on the boat weather anchored in the harbor or being in a slip. We would soon come to understand that Jazz could take care of his needs in either case; Jazz was 'boat broken'.

As we approached the entrance to the port, Chad lowered and secured the sails, and I started the engine to motor in. The marina was modest in size, and I was able to find our designated slip easily. Arguably, this French city was best known for its beach, Plage Mala, with its unique beauty and obscurity. Therefore, I had decided to spend an additional day in this port to take advantage of this treasure. But first, we would spend the rest of this day in obtaining the necessary supplies for a significant portion of the trip. I decided to only provide supplies for breakfast and cocktails in the evening on the boat. Lunch and Dinner would be enjoyed on shore. Of course, I justified this decision as part of the exposure for Chad in pursuing his French culinary skills.

For dinner that evening, I made a reservation at Primo Amore by Pappagallo, which had a perfect 5.0 score as to all 4 measurements based on 236 reviews: food, service, value, and atmosphere. This score was additionally impressive in that it was for Italian cuisine in a French city. In his extensive domestic and international travels, I had never seen a perfect score.

Indeed, the food and service were excellent. But what really caught my attention was the appetizer, focaccia perdue caramel poisson-beurre. This was stale focaccia (perdue = lost) in which butterfish had been incorporated. It was then dipped in an egg mixture and browned in butter in a sauce pan (think an extraordinary French Toast), This was another cuisine tip for Chad.

The following morning, I was awakened at 7 by a soft, wet touch on my left cheek. Jazz had come down to the V-berth and sat patiently on the bedding after licking my face. With a slight moan, I sat up and embraced him, "Really Jazz?" As I stood up, Jazz went back into the galley and sat by his empty bowls, I put on my bathing suit and then filled one bowl with water and the other with 1 cup of dry dog food. As Jazz 'inhaled' the food, I went up on deck for a quick swim in the marina. Diving from the transom, I was soon followed by Jazz jumping in after me. Upon coming back onboard after several minutes, Jazz continued to swim around near the stern and occasionally diving down for a moment, as if pursuing fish, and then resurfacing. This dog was a natural for being around and in the water. As I dressed, Jazz was soon by my side below deck. I then proceeded to grill some sage sausages, including one for Jazz, which had been purchased the day before. The scent and the sizzling of the sausages cooking awakened Chad. Along with the 2 croque monsieurs that we had also purchased on shore, we enjoyed their first meal onboard. Jazz was served his sausage in his bowl so as to not encourage begging during meals. Within an hour, we had finished stowing the supplies from the day before and were prepared to leave the marina.

Given the short distance to Plage Mala, I decided to motor there and anchor in its prestigious cove over night. As we turned from the sea towards the cove, two restaurants with their private beachfronts came into sight. Most impressive was the perfectly clear water that varied from light bluish-green near shore to dark blue further out due to the vegetation and depth of the water. Sara and I had been to the restaurant Eden, with its red motif, on our honeymoon. Have just started my Consultancy at that point, meant that money was a bit tight and Eden was significantly less expensive than the other restaurant, La Reserves, with the white motif. This time, Chad and I would enjoy both: Eden for lunch and La Reserves for dinner thereby requiring anchoring in the cove overnight.

Unlike when sailing in Lake Pontchartrain, I decided to use tandem anchoring for a more secure mooring. This meant that there was an anchor placed at both the bow and the stern of La Vie. Once the boat was secured as to sails and the cabin, Chad called for the boat-taxi to take us to shore. Jazz stayed on the deck since dogs are not permitted in the swimming areas of this relatively short beach.

Once on shore, we first viewed the menu of each restaurant with Chad expressing surprise at the high prices for each. I responded: "Location, location, location." I also noted that the only way to this location was walking 187 steps down and then back up to the street ... or ... walking the seashore for a mile ... or ... taking a boat to the cove from Cap d'Ail.

I first made the lunch reservations at Eden, and then we went to La Reserves to rent two padded sun loungers for the day The intent was to spend the day there with the exception for lunch. Several times in the morning, Chad would swim the 200 yds to La Vie to be with Jazz. The two would then swim around the boat at first and then onto a cave-like entrance. There seemed to be no limit to Jazz's energy. When the sun was directly overhead, Chad led Jazz back to the boat for Jazz to reboard. Chad then swam to shore to have lunch. As he came onto the beach, he could not help but notice the young lady bathing on the beach in front of La Reserve. As he passed her she looked up, and he fumbled a 'Bonjour'. She smiled, and he continued up the beach to Eden. He found me already seated there with a 1/2 pichet of rosé. "Chad, I would say with your significant swimming activity this morning that you may want to consider several of the protein-based servings." "Yes, I agree. Do you have any recommendations for lunch?" "Yes, I suggest the Tagliata de Boeuf. It looks excellent, and I will be ordering that." "Make that 2." As Chad was pouring his rosé and adding several glacons, he noted the same young lady walking up from the beach. She was topless in her monokini, and was just wrapping her chest with a chiffon shawl as she approached the table level. I clearly noticed Son's distraction. Smiling I said, "Yes Chad, the beaches on the Rivera are with a topless option. You will see some of that as we progress along the coast. However, women going topless are on the decrease it seems. Actually, our final destination of Cap d'Agde is said to have the largest number of nudist beaches in the world."

The young lady took the table next to us and was soon joined by another young women equally attractive. Chad was now really distracted. The two Mademoiselles were classic French with their tanned, slender bodies, designer hair, and charming movements. After several minutes, the first mademoiselle turned and said to him, "S'il vous plaît, Monsieur, avez-vous un briquet ?" He then responded, "Parles-tu Anglais?" She quickly responded "Oui ...ahhh Yes. I was asking if you had a lighter." Hesitantly, Son responded. "No, I am 'trés' sorry Madame." She smiled at his cute attempt to include some French. "Merci beaucoup Monsieur". As she was turning back towards her friend, she suddenly glanced back, "Perhaps we will meet again, Monsieur". She turned back to sit at her table. Son's blushing was evident to Dad.

Smiling, I commented, "Well Chad, you seem to be adapting well to the 'culture' here." He smartly replied, "I guess I'll start carrying a lighter here in France." We both laughed. When the waiter arrived, I ordered two servings of Tagliata de Boeuf. While waiting for the food, we discussed the sailing tomorrow to Villefrance sur Mer. I knew the village in that it had been a major part of my honeymoon. I explained that we would sail out into the sea far enough to make a single tack around Cap Ferret, and then directly into the port. As a side point, I noted that Sir Elton John own a significant portion of that peninsula. Also that Tina Turner resided in a villa overlooking the harbor. I stupidly joked that neither artist had extended a dinner invitation to us. The food arrived, and it was spectacular in its presentation. The pieces of baquette were an excellent addition. They were provided with a shallow bowl of olive oil and grated Parmesan cheese. Butter was not offered as is typical in French dining.

Finished with the food and wine, I paid la addition. We then proceeded to return to their sun lounges at La Reserve. Upon standing from the table, Chad felt emboldened to say "Enchantée Madams" to the two Mademoiselles. His first encounter smiled with a wink and said "Au revoir Monsieur. But first, may I borrow your cell phone for a moment?" He was surprised, but handed her his cell phone. She proceeded to enter some numbers, and then her cell phone on the table rang. It then stopped ringing as she closed the call on his phone and handed it back to him. "Monsieur, you now have my number, and I yours." She looked directly into his eyes and said, "We are now able to contact each other if so desired." Knowing that he did not speak French, she continued, "Tu es très beau et j'aimerais te connaître davantage." Son simply responded with "Oui" without a clue what she had said. I had some understanding and smiled at the Mademoiselles. "Chad, I will tell you later what she said." He said "Au revoir, Mademoiselles." as they headed for La Reserve.

Once back to their sun loungers at La Reserve, I said, "Chad, she said something about you being beautiful and that she wishes to see you again. So young man, do with that what you will. You DO HAVE 4 weeks at Institute de Francaise starting in 2 days that will require your dedication to maximize its value for you entering Stanford." He paused. "I am indeed enchanted by this brief encounter with a French beauty, but my mind is on the future. But, I must say that she was so charming and physically attractive that it is difficult not to pursue." "In France you will be presented with so many such women. I can assure you." With that, Dad ordered a 1/2 pichet of rosé. The rest of the afternoon was spent sun bathing with Chad again swimming out twice to be with Jazz for a swim together. On the second swim, before returning to shore, he provided Jazz with fresh water and a cup of dog food since we would not be back until 8 at the earliest.

At 5 I asked the constant attendant to make a reservation for 2 in the dining area at 5:30. We then took a short swim just off shore to cool off. And then we went to the fresh water shower to rid themselves of the salt water. Subsequently, we changed into shorts and light shirts to have dinner. Once seated with menus, I noted the specialty in which I was most interested. This was an entree Sara and I once had at a restaurant on the Bosphorus Strait in Istanbul, but never in France: the iconic Mediterranean Salt Crusted Sea Bass. This entree for two is prepared by baking an entire sea bass totally encapsulated in salt. The waiter then does the preparation of separating the meat from bones. Again, a cuisine lesson for Chad.

Taking the complimentary shuttle back to La Vie at 8, Chad remained on the aft deck as I went below to get a bottle of Port. We then spent the next hour or so speculating about some future events during this trip while observing the extraordinary brilliant sunset. The anchoring was such that the stern of the boat faced the West with a view of the coast and hills ahead of us for our next day of sailing. With the mooring lights turned on, we went below decks at 10 to sleep with Jazz remaining on the aft deck, as he would throughout the voyage.

In the morning, Jazz again awakened me at 7 with his version of la Biss of only one cheek. Chad was likewise wakened by Jazz. Before cooking a light breakfast, all 3 were soon in the water enjoying its refreshing coolness. Following with a quick fresh water shower on board, Chad prepared a breakfast of sausages and French-style scrambled eggs. Finished with this petite-déjeuner, it only took 30 minutes to be underway on the next leg to Villefrance sur Mer.

For all ports-of-call in this story, save Villefranche sur Mer, there is only one episode each. However, for this next port, the 4 week duration as well as two separate agendas of wife/me and my son warrants multiple parts.

VILLEFRANCHE-SUR-MER: Part 1

For departing from Plague Mala, both the main and jib were set. On a port tack, we were far enough into open water in several minutes to permit us to look North beyond the coastal hills of Côte d'Azur. Chad was alarmed by the massive dark clouds inland and the possible threat to their sailing. He had never really been tested as to rough seas and damning weather. However, I have spent enough time along this coast on my honeymoon and 3 subsequent trips to understand the peculiarities of this weather pattern. In my experience I have rarely seen threatening weather inland to actually reach the coast, yet alone over the sea. I assured Chad that with the current wind, they would be entering the harbor of Villefranche-sur-Mer within an hour. The route required sailing out far enough into the sea to take a starboard tack to pass the peninsula of Cap Ferret, and then 'run before the wind' to enter the harbor. Once in, it was only 15 minutes to drop the sails and motor to their slip for the next 4 weeks. I had already made arrangements for one of the few slips in front of Hôtel Welcome to dock La Vie for that time. With Chad attending the Institute de Francaise for that period, and Sara arriving during his schooling, the slip would be most convenient. If we had moored in the harbor, then we would be depended upon the irregularity of a water taxi that had limited hours.

Once La Vie was secured, both we were ready for déjeuner. I knew of a deli along the beachfront that served Pan Bagnat, a local specialty. This sandwich is to Nice and this village what the muffuletta is to the French Quarter in NOLA. With Jazz following us, we took the cobblestone promenade towards the beach. Jazz walked along the edge constantly looking into the shallow, crystal clear water. Suddenly he jumped and down into the water emerging shortly thereafter with a sizable fish in his mouth. Jazz then used the large rocks along the edge to come back onto the promenade. He then sat in front of me and dropped the fish at my feet. The fish did not appear to be damaged. (This is possible given that Golden Retrievers have 'gentle mouths' with enough spacing between their front and back teeth to carry game without harm.) Ww were in in total awe of this dog. Without Jazz watching, I threw the fish back into the water. With our sandwiches purchased, as well a pink 'franske' hot dog (w/o bun) for Jazz, we returned to La Vie to enjoy our lunch and Jazz his snack.

We spent the afternoon visiting the various shop along the primary alleys of the village. There were some basic items Chad required for his 4-week stay at the Institute. Jazz was with us, but he would sit outside a shop while we were inside. While walking through the village, we came across several American Golden Retrievers with their owners. These encounters only required a quick sniff by the dogs of the other's hindquarters, and then back to their owners. It seemed to me that even the dogs in the village, like their owners, are quite la te da. By 5, Chad had the supplies he needed, and we headed to Les Palmiers at the square for a full pichet of rosé that is always served with a bowl of glacons.

Once seated at a table on the edge of the square, I ordered the rosé and a carafe d'eau. "Chad, tomorrow with Mom arriving, the 3 of us will eat dinner at my favorite restaurant in this village. La Belle Étoile is on an alley further up the hill which we have not yet visited. The Owner/Chef is Manuel. He is one from whom you can learn a great deal about French cuisine as well as business practices. But, I will save further comments on those points until we are there. I have an idea for your benefit that I will pursue at that time." "What are you up to now Dad?" "You'll see."

This was the perfect opportunity to discuss each' other's perspective of how a restaurant should be evaluated on a score of 1-4 toques. I started with my perspective having traveled extensively both domestically and internationally. "I have often considered 3 criteria in addition to the obvious four of atmosphere, price, quality, and service to evaluate a restaurant." I paused when the rosé was delivered. "First, I consider the price-point of the offered wines based upon their quality and uniqueness. Next, I evaluate the quality of the bread that is served. The bread is a subtle indication of the restaurant's quality, granted, but the finer restaurants take the extra step to serve excellent pain. Lastly, if served, I evaluate the quality of the sauces." I paused gain while we each had more rosé, and then I continued. "These 3 criteria are very applicable in NOLA where well-priced wine, with excellent bread dipped in extraordinary sauces can the difference between a good meal and a great meal." Chad laughed, "Really?" "Yes!, really Chad. As you are familiar with our meals at home or at a restaurant in NOLA, we share our sauces with all that wish to dip their bread." Chad repeated "Really?" I emphasized, "Yes! You well know that a meal with family and friends is a treasured act of sharing. I have found this practice to be unique to NOLA's culture. So!, As you create your list of the criteria for your 'Torque' evaluation, I suggest you keep this point of sharing food in mind. This concept can differentiate you from the Michelin Star evaluation that is meant only for haute cuisine. I believe it could be critical attribute in achieving your success." Chad filled his wine glass and sat back in his chair. "Dad, I think you have made a critical point for me to consider to make Toques standout, especially in the South." "Chad, it is my belief that this will also catch on across the U.S." Having finished the rosé and la addition paid, we headed back to the La Vie. Jazz anticipating their destination, ran ahead, jumped in the water and reappeared on the stern of the boat that faced the harbor.

Once back on La Vie, I checked the status of Sara's flight. With the 7-hours time difference, her first flight of DFW to JFK would be in the process of boarding. In that Delta had been a client of my second consultancy, I had access to Delta 'employees-only' flight status portal. Hence, I could see that she was already seated in 4a. I turned to Chad as we were dressing to go out for dinner "Mom is on her way. She should arrive in Nice tomorrow about Noon and then here by 2." "Great! She is going to love La Vie." "I also think she is going to absolutely love Jazz." "Speaking of 'Jazz', so to speak, tonight we are going to a very charming jazz club at the marina. It is called La Trinquette, which is French for 'staysail'" Hearing his name, Jazz went to his dishes and sat waiting to be fed.

With Jazz fed, we all left La Vie and walked along the sea wall that bordered the fort on the edge of the village. Within 10 minutes. we were at the entrance to the Darse Marina and in front of La Trinquette, Having been there several times before, I had reserved one of the 2 tables that was outside that permitted Jazz to be with us. The main room of the restaurant was quite tight, especially with the band set up, and Jazz would have been interference to the servers. The €15 fare of the club's menu was homestyle, not pretentious, but excellent for that venue. The music that night was a 'casual innovative' jazz unlike our more complex collective forms of jazz in NOLA. But it was perfect with the simple fare. Unlike our dining at the New Orleans Yacht club, I ordered a French beer during the evening in lieu of wine. Son took note of this evening in line with his thoughts of the sharing of food that he and I had discussed that afternoon. At 10:30 la addition was paid, and we walked back to La Vie by means of the sea wall again. The lights from the opposite shore of Cap Ferret reflecting on the water provided a most serene setting for the short walk.

Once back to the slip of La Vie, I suggested that we first have a nightcap of green Chartreuse at the wine bar of Hotel Welcome, as Jazz explored the promenade along the water.

It was a late night for of us. As ususal, Jazz stayed on the aft deck to sleep as we went below to our berths.

NOTE: Villefranche sur Mer is one of my favorite designations in the world. If you wish to know more about this villeage, you can read my 2 postings in the TRAVEL category on this blog: Villefranche sur Mer: Within and Villefranche sur Mer: Without.

VILLEFRANCHE-SUR-MER: Part 2

Again at 7 in the morning, Jazz did his wakeup la biss for borh Chad an me. I was into my bathing suit in minutes and immediately started towards the same spot as yesterday for my morning swim. Jazz had anticipated my action and was sitting on the promenade in front of La Vie waiting for mw. We did the same swim as yesterday and were back to the boat in 30 minutes. Again, Chad had prepared breakfast. This morning it was a sunny side up egg stuffed in a croissant, sage sausage links, and coffee for each. Jazz's bowl was filled with dry dog food topped with pieces of sausage. As I was being served, Chad noted the bold orange color of the yolks compared to the medium yellow yokes that are common in NOLA. I stated that such eggs are common throughout France. But in the U.S., such eggs are the normal in the Amish communities, particularly where the hens' feed has yellow-orange pigments instead of corn or alfalfa meal; another cuisine note for Chad.

With breakfast complete, the we enjoyed additional coffee on the aft deck. At that point, I checked again on the Delta sight and could see that Sara's flight into NCE was on time. Additionally, she was seated at 4F. I had specifically reserved that side of plane so that it would give her an excellent view of Villefranche sur Mer as the plane would normally go around Nice and come in from the East. I turned to Chad, "Mom should be in the village by 2 this afternoon. It is an relatively easy transfer from the airport to here by taking the metro to the Nice marina, and then the #607 bus to the main road above in the village. Jazz and I will go up there to meet her and bring her down to La Vie. During that time, I suggest you have lunch on the square at one of the several bistros there." "Sounds good, Dad." "We are fortunate that the exchange rate between the $ and the € is nearly one-to-one. That was not the case just 3 years ago when the $ suffered by nearly 30% compared to the €." Finished with our coffee, Chad went below to clean up from breakfast. With Jazz following, I went into the village to buy a bouquet to present to Sara upon her arrival at the boat. I always arranged to have flowers in the destination room during their many trips, as well as for anniversaries and her birthdays. Which reminds, me I later found out that the Vevue Cliqcout Champagne that was on La Vie when we boarded in Monaco was from Sara. Such a Dear

Having brought the bouquet back to the boat, Jazz and I then started up the hill to the bus stop to meet Sara, not knowing which bus she would actually catch. There was also Sara's favorite patisserie near the bus stop that had an excellent assortment of her favorite delicacies not available elsewhere in the village. She particularly enjoyed la religieuse (the nun) that is a stack of 2 cream puffs filled with a coffee-flavored custard topped with chocolate ganache. I was always amused in the past when Sara would bite off the top and then sloppily work her way through the bottom portion. This was one of the many memories that endeared her to me, the otherwise most-gracious woman that she is.

Having been to the village before, Sara knew the appropriate bus stop of 2 in the village. She only had her carryon bag in that I had arranged for her luggage at the airport to be delivered to the boat. Having slept on the flat beds on Delta in first class from JFK to NCE, she was well rested. As she stepped off the bus, she dropped her carryon and placed her arms around me holding me so tightly letting out a deep breath. "I am here with you and Chad. My favorite place in the world for now the three of us." After an engaging kiss, she let loose of me and said, "Who is this gorgeous creature?", as she stooped to give Jazz a full body hug. "Love, this is Jazz who is now a full member of our crew. He will be with me during the full cruise .... and perhaps beyond" She responded with a doubtful "Hmmmmm." As I took charge of her carryon, I presented her with the patisseries with a broad smile. "The boat, La Vie, awaits you Darling." We then headed down the hill to the harbor holding hands. Jazz led the way, but frequently looking back for assurance that I was still behind him.

When we reached the square which was high enough above the promenade to view that boats tied up there. I stopped and turned to Sara. "So Love, of the boats before you, on which one would you like to spend the next 4 weeks?" She paused and then laughed saying, " I like that beauty that Jazz dove into the water next to it, and is now on the foredeck." I smiled, "You are going to greatly enjoy the presence of Jazz during this trip. That is his passed owner's boat, and he is quite amazing. Well, except for his sloppy kiss on the cheek to wake you up at 7 or so." She smiled, "I think I can get use to that. That is, along with your attention, my Love." she said with a wink.

Once on board, Sara went below to shed her travel clothes and take a refreshing shower. Within 15 minutes she emerged in shorts, a loose cotton top, and espadrilles to join me on the aft deck. I was well prepared for her with the bouquet I had purchased along with a chilled bottle of sparkling rosé from Provence. I stood and took her hand to sit on the port bench. "That's the look that I have missed on this trip", Dad said as I patted her left behind. "I love the bouquet. You never fail me." "My pleasure. So first the sparkling rosé, and then I will provide you the latest on Toque." I filled 2 flutes, and twe toasted her arrival. I continued, "Chad should be here in an hour or so. He left a note that he had gone to the beach for several hours." This was his last 'free' day until he entered the Institute de Francaise the next day, I then continued by explaining the discussion with Chad regarding how to differentiate Toque from the Michelin Star. Sara didn't hesitate in voicing her approval for the 'sharing /comfort' consideration other than the haute cuisine scope of Michelin. Again, we raised our flutes and toasted to 'Son and Toque'. WE had almost finished the sparkling rosé when we noticed Jazz leaping from the bow to the promenade to greet Chad approaching. I placed my arm around Sara and said, "I would like to bring Jazz to the States." Without hesitation, She responded, "I would love that. My firm can handle the legal process. I will address that once I am back in NOLA." With the sparkling rose' remaining, we toasted to, 'Jazz in the U.S.'

Chad was still wet from the fresh water shower at the beach as he came aboard. Sara gave him a huge hug as Jazz stood by their side looking up at the two with his tail wagging. I then spoke. "Just how was the water Chad?" "Freaking cold." I continued, "We are here early in the season. But over the next 4 weeks in your free time, you will adapt. You missed the sparking rosé, but at dinner I will make up for that." Chad went below to dress. "Love, we are having dinner tonight at our favorite restaurant from visits past." She quickly responded. "You mean of course la Belle Étoile?" "Of course."

Her luggage was delivered at that point, and she went below to stow her clothes in the closet attached to the V-birth. I then called Jazz, and we took a walk towards the fort for Jazz's relief. It was apparent to me that Jazz had been in this village before as the dog headed up the hill to the park overlooking the square. Upon returning to La Vie after a long walk, Sara and Chad were sitting on the aft deck enjoying a glass of Port. I went below to change into casual clothes and subsequently joined the two for a glass of Port as Jazz finished his meal that Chad hd set out for him. It was an hour before our reservation at La Belle Étoile, and we spent that time discussing Toque. Most importantly, Sara expressed her support of what I had told her earlier. Surprisingly to the Sara and I, Chad expressed some concern of this concept of a Toque rating approach that, as he stated, "was more casual. quite proletariat than that of Michelin's rating for haute cuisine." I immediately spoke up, "That is the point. You clearly cannot, and do not want to, compete with Michelin for several reasons. They have a very limited presence in the U.S. They cannot afford to compete with your market of the masses in the U.S. that identify with American, home-style cooking versus that of French haute cuisine. With Toque you can provide true value for improving the restaurant experiences in the U.S. for the middle class. They deserve such attention and guidance in their dining that Michelin can not provide them. A case in point is that there are NO Michelin stars in NOLA or even Dallas, Philadelphia, Atlanta, Miami, and Salt Lake, yet alone Pittsburgh, Birmingham, Fort Worth, L.A. and so many other major cities across the U.S." I paused, "The challenge for you is two-fold: First is to set up a pragmatic criteria for the restaurant in those cities that is appropriate for the middle class; Second, your task is providing the guidelines that can be used by LOCAL personnel to perform in their evaluations. In a sense, I am suggesting you develop a pragmatic approach that can be readily applied across the U.S. Such an approach will include some sort evaluation of comfort, sharing, sauces, atmosphere, service, price, spirits value, quality. etc, as we have already discussed initially." As before in NOLA at the yacht club, Sara spoke up saying, "I think you may want to promote your approach via a marketing campaign titled 'The Toques of the Town.' We all laughed. With that said, I suggested that we head towards the restaurant. As we stood to leave the boat, Jazz once again jumped from the bow and sat on the promenade waiting for our arrival. Sara turned to me and said, "I do love this Jazz." I smiled with Chad not yet knowing of our plan for Jazz.

We passed the square where there were several minstrels working for tips. These performers are common on the weekends and would move from restaurant to restaurant along the promenade. Once at La Belle Etoile, we were graciously greeted by Tamarra, the wife of the Chef/Owner Manuel. "Bonne soirée mes amis. Welcome. I see two here that I don't know" With la biss around, I introduced Chad and Jazz. Tamarra continued, "I have the table prepared in the fresh air that you have always preferred." as she led them down the narrow walkway. With menus provided and taking their cocktail orders, she went inside to tell Manual of their arrival. She knew from the past that I enjoyed speaking with Manual directly regarding both the wine list and the menu for the evening.

Tamarra returned shortly with the cocktails followed by an amuse-bouche for each; another cuisine point noted by Chad. She said that Chef would be out shortly to discuss the wine and menu. (Manuel was always referred to directly as 'Chef' when in the restaurant,) Dad spoke in Tamarrra's presence, "Chad, other than Tamarra being a most-gracious host, she is also responsible for the amuse-bouche offerings, which I have noticed to change every time I am here. Thank you." "You are welcome, mon ami. Here comes Chef." With firm handshakes and la biss with Wife, followed by an introduction of Chad and Jazz, Manuel sat down at the table, and Tamarra departed. After some quick catching-up, I introduced the Toque concept, "Chef, not now since you are very busy of course, but Chad wishes to send you a brief description of what he is planning to do aligned with obtaining his Masters degree. As will be explained in greater detail via an email, he wishes to create a restaurant rating approach, similar to Michelin, but for a broader market of other than haute cuisine." I went on briefly to explain the two excursions that Chad would be taking during the trip to advance his education. With that done, Manuel discussed the menu and provided his recommendation for the wine. The orders were placed including the wine and a bowl of water for Jazz. He noted before returning to the kitchen, "As you remember Monsieur Zach, the seafood you have ordered was swimming this morning in the sea." I responded with a smile, "Of course, Chef.

Within several minutes, Tamarra delivered a bottle of Coteaux du Languedoc Les Clapas Pas de l'Escalette in a chiller. But before doing a tasting, I requested Tamarra to bring a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, "There is some celebration we should address first. Also Tamarra, please bring a flute for yourself if you wish to join us. Also ask Chef to hold preparing our food order for 20 minutes or so as we enjoy the Champagne". While waiting for the Champagne, I described several of the activities Sara and I would be enjoying while Chad was in the Institute. I explained that, "Only part of the 4 weeks will be spent sailing, and that would be a round trip to Corsica which is approximately 130 nautical miles each way." Hearing this, Sara raised her eyebrows with an exuberant expression of glee, "REALLY? That is so fantastic", and she reached over and kissed my cheek. I continued, "This means that one of us will be handling the helm and the other sleeping one night each way. Are you OK with that?" "Aye!, Aye! Captain. A great new sailing challenge for us."

Before I could describe the other activities I had planned for the 4 weeks, Tamarra appeared with the 4 flutes, followed by the Champagne. With 3 of the flutes filled and hers only half way, I said. "Here is to this most remarkable trip for the family, and for Chad's extraordinary education-to-be that will serve him so well in his MBA program and beyond." 'Cheers' and tapping of flutes was made around. Tamarra finished her Champagne and left them to attend to other customers arriving. I continued to discuss the activities for the next 4 weeks. "With Mom's approval, we will be attending the infamous Jazz Festival in Nice and visiting the Exotic Gardens at the Rothschild Mansion across the bay in Cap Ferret. I also expect us to enjoy a number days on the beach at Plaque Petite Afrique located in Beaulieu-sur-Mer, the next village East. Of course Mom loves Plage Mala as I do, so at least one visit there. Sara again responded enthusiastically as she threw up her arms in excitement, "I am with you Monsieur." Chad responded, "Mom, really? I have never seen you like this before." "Chad, this is the favorite spot in the world for your Dad and me. I hope you will feel the freedom that your Dad and I do when we are here. I wish you to open your heart and your mind to this wonderful environment. You know and understand NOLA for what it offers. But, here there is so so much more for you to enjoy." With that the Champagne was finished, and Tamarra arrived to open the bottle of wine.

I did the tasting noting that I was familiar with the wines of Languedoc being of great value given the region's recent commercial appellation status. With my approval, Tamarra filled the 3 wine glasses. She then returned with a bowl of water for jazz, including glacons. As Jazz started slurping the water, Chad began, "Mom, Dad, you have provided me with this most extraordinary experience along the Rivera. You two have not only been great parents, but also phenomenal role models. I am very positive about what I am pursuing and truly appreciate the importance of your support." As Mom wiped a tear from her cheeks, she said, ''Thank you Son." In a timely fashion, Tamarra arrived with a basket of artesian bread and a small bowl of olive oil with parmesan cheese on the side. Before he could ask, Tamarra turned to me, "Monsieur Zach, I will bring you a sampling of salts as you have always requested in the past." I nodded with a smile and turned to Chad, "I don't know what the rules are at the Institute as to your free time there, especially on the weekends, but if La Vie is here, then please use it as you wish. I only ask that if we are not here, and the boat is, that you have one other person with you if you wish to go sailing." "Absolutely, and thanks Dad." At that point, Tamarra and one assistant arrived with the plats. Sara and I had the Darne of Turbot, shellfish sauce, and Son had the Beef Filet, port jus. As I noticed during dinner is that Chad would oc casionally slip a few pieces of beef to Jazz that was by his side.

Once finished with their plats, Tamarra arrived to clear the dishes and ask about dessert. Uncommon for this family, I ordered 2 servings of the brownie with vanilla ice cream to be shared by all of us. As with the eggs, Chad commented on the rich yellow of the ice cream as well as its smooth, semi-gloss texture. I pointed out, "This is 'French Vanilla that includes egg yolks in the making. Also, I remember that Chef has the ice cream beaten smooth to breakup the ice crystals before being scooped; another cuisine note for Son.

Well satisfied with our meal and wine, I signaled Tamarra for la addition by crossing my hands in a 'T'. Both Tamarra and Manuel came out to thank us for coming and wishing us back soon. I reminded Chef of the contact Son will have with him soon. With that the family stood, and I stated, "Always excellent Chef. Bonne nuit."

On the way back to La Vie, I suggested that we stop at the bar of Hotel Welcome where another acquaintance from the past worked. As expected, Fred, the manager, was there this night. We sat at a table next to the promenade and Fred quickly approached us. "Hello, Hello, my friends. I heard you were in the village on that very handsome boat across from here." I explained quickly our trip. At that point he said, "It is my pleasure to treat you all to your favorite of the past, green Chartreuse on the rocks." "Merci beaucoup, Fred. This is my son, Chad, and he will be attending the Institute de Francaise for the next 4 weeks. Therefore, I expect you will see more of him as well as Sara and me as we travel around for that period." While they waited for the drinks, Sara checked with Chad as to his preparation to go to the Institute the next day. Their conversation was light as they looked over the harbor and the lights reflecting from Cap Ferrat. When we finished our drinks, I left a €10 bill. and waved to Fred inside as we headed to the boat. I turned to Chad and asked him to walk Jazz in the nearby park. It was only another 15 minutes when all were onboard and prepared for bed with Jazz staying on the aft deck.

VILLEFRANCHE-SUR-MER: Part 3

Reliably at 7 in the morning, Jazz left his bench on the aft-deck and went below to make his 'la biss' rounds. He started first with Sara and then me in the V-berth. Chad was next in the aft-berth. Jazz then went back to the galley and lay` down by his 2 feed bowls. Instead of getting up immediately, I reached over and closed the door to the berth. Sara and I had some catching up to do in this favorite part of the world. Sara was not quick to respond to my pulling her into me, but then she became aware of where we were. She wiped her left cheek and said, "What's with the really sloppy kiss, my Dear?" I said nothing, and then she said, "Oh! That was Jazz." I mused, "You have now been fully initiated as a crew member of La Vie." She laughed, "But Captain, what about your initiation of this first MATE?" Nothing more needed to be said as we found each other.

Chad had awakened immediately with Jazz's 'morning call'. Noticing the closed door to the V-berth, he expected that his parents were not going to appear soon. He well understood the healthy relationship between his parents. However, Jazz needed to be fed. So he went to the galley and filled each of Jazz's bowls with dry food and water, respectively. He had to be at the Institute at 9, which was a 20-minute walk up from the boat. So, he spent the next 1/2-hour packing his backpack and roller board. With that finished, he went to the refrigerator and to get two eggs to poach. Our particular way of cooking them entailed first separating the "loose' white of the egg with a sieve, and then placing the remaining white and yolk in a small dish with vinegar. He would drop them into nearly water for precisely 3 minutes 40 seconds for 2 eggs. As he was doing so, Sara and I appeared in our PJ's. Sara said. "Good morning my son.", as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. I was headed towards the head when Chad said, "Are you two interested in some breakfast?" responded, "Not this morning. We want to get you off to the Institute, and then we will have breakfast on the square." Chad replied, "I'll be ready in 25 minutes."

With Sara and I dressed and the dishes cleaned by Chad, we were off the boat. Jazz was already half way down the promenade towards the beach expecting to go swimming with me. He turned around and quickly caught up as the family headed towards the square. Chad continued on his way to the Institute as the we gave him hugs and took a table at Les Palmiers. Jazz paused at that moment in that it was clear that he didn't know whether to follow Chad or take a seat at the table. In a way, it was a sad moment for Sara to see Jazz's confusion. But that was resolved when I called him to 'come'.

At this point, this port-of-call splits into 2 travel logs for the 4 weeks there. The remaining portion of this episode and the next 2 episodes address Chad's experiences while at the institute for the next 4 weeks. The following 1 eposode addresses the travel log for Sara and Me for those 4 weeks.

CHAD: part 1 of 3

Chad arrived at the Institute de Francaise at 8:45. As he is walking up the hill from the square, he can see the people gathering on a patio behind the Institute. He approaches a small desk where a young lady is sitting with a laptop. He had studied some common French phrases and stumbled through, "Bonjour, je m'appelle Chad Broussard". She responded, "Bonjour Chad Broussard. I will be signing you in now, and then you can join your fellow students over there for croissants and café. Be aware that the last English you will hear spoken here is what I am now saying. " Chad understood that the course was about 'Immersion', but not 'TOTAL IMMERSION'.

Chad joined the group of students and introduced himself to several of them. Their French responses were as clumsy as his introductions. He now felt a bit more comfortable in that it was clear that he would not be the only one struggling with French-only conversation. What impressed him during this introduction process was that no one was cheating with his or her native language. And by their statements, he could tell by his or her individual accents that there were multiple native languages present. As he was looking around at the grounds below him, he saw HER in the corner of the patio alone. She was extraordinary in her presence with her flowing skirt and loose blouse. With the bay of Villefrance sur Mer framing her, Chad actually felt a shiver in his body as he took in the sight of her. He had never experienced such a sensation, even when romantically involved with his young ladies in NOLA. This moment would affect him during the next 4 weeks. He decided to bypass the other students and approach her by herself. "Bonjour Mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Chad Broussard." She smiled reaching, " Bonjour Monsieur Chad, Je m'appelle Carina Johanson" Chad laughed placing both hands in the air as in surrendering and then making a gesture as if he was speechless, since he had nothing else to say in French. They both laughed. He nodded and returned to the group for more of the challenging all-French converations.

The first week of total immersion was indeed very challenging for all. Reading French was much easier than conversational French. Not only was it total immersion as to language, but also as to staying on the grounds during the weekdays and being void of outside communications during the daytime and early evening. The students' cell phones and computers were available to them upon request between 9-11 pm on the weekdays and all day on the weekends. Any outside emergency messages were received by the school's administration and immediately passed on to the individual, of course.

The students were teamed in pairs. His assigned teammate was, in fact, HER. She was the stereotypical Scandinavian beauty with a statuesque physique and flowing blond hair. Keeping in mind my point to him earlier of the importance of this class for his future, he had to constrain his 20's male desires when teaming with Carina on their assignments. Interestingly, the struggle of the 2 when working together on their assignments in only French actually enhanced their relationship other than romantically, at least at first.

On Friday he checked his phone and noticed 2 voice mails. The first was from me to inform him that we were back in Villefrance sur Mer and would be out of the village from early Saturday morning to Sunday evening. I explained that we were taking the train to Cannes and elsewhere down there for an overnight visit. The second message had a France country code. Somewhat confused, he called the number. "Hello, this is Chad. You left me a message to call you. What can I do for you?" "So Chad is your name. I like that name. I am Bridgett. We met briefly at Plague Mala, and I manipulated you so as to exchange our cell numbers." He loved her French accent. "Yes! Hello Bridgett. I remember you ... and your white bikini, well at least the bottoms." They both laughed. He also liked her laugh, It was youngish in tone, but mature in substance. "Not knowing where you are now, I was hoping, Chad, that we may get together for a dinner perhaps." Chad paused. "Ahhhh Yes! I would like that. I am in Villefrance at the Institute de Francaise. Is that convenient to you?" "My Dear Monsieur, I live in Beaulier sur Mer, the next village East of you." "Yes, I know of the it." "Excellante!" She continued, "You are from the States, oui?" "Oui Mademoiselle." He was already enjoying this repartee with this young French woman. "So American Chad, I am taking the first step here for you to meet me in Villefranche around 1 tomorrow at The Good Time Cafe along the promenade just before entering the beach area. We can have lunch there and then enjoy the afternoon on the beach. And then, in the evening you MAY buy me dinner in the village." She paused, but he said nothing. She continued, "However, I will need a place to change out of my bikini BOTTOMS and freshen up. Do you have a place other than the Institute on the hill?" Chad was not use to such aggressiveness. Remembering that Sarah and I would be gone Saturday night, he continued. "Actually, I have a sail boat with a fresh water shower in the slips in front of Hotel Welcome. Mademoiselle Bridgett, I must say that I am glad you have called. I have just the restaurant for us, La Belle Étoile." "I know it well Monsieur Chad. You have great taste. So!, at 1 tomorrow we will meet at the cafe, and we can work on other aspects of your introduction to French culture other than just language at the Institute." "I look forward to that. Bonne soirée, Mademoiselle Bridgett." "Bonne soirée, Monsieur Chad" Knowing of the popularity of the restaurant, he immediately called and spoke with Tamarra for a reservation for 2 at 8PM, again outside. Chad told me later that his 'blood was rushing' at that point without thinking about my advice.

He then returned to the patio to have wine and Hors d'oeuvres with the other students. Carina was already there and waved to him as he entered the patio. "Bonne soirée Chad" "Bonne soirée Carina. Pointing to her linen outfit that accentuated her physique, he continued, "Tu es ravissante." "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur" He was now lost as to how to continue in French, as was she based upon the look on her face. "For this evening, can we continue in English? After all, we are 'off the clock', so to speak." "I agree Chad." She continued, "I think we are an excellent pairing. You obviously are passionate about this course .... and patient with me as we go through the assignments. I greatly appreciate that." "As do I as to your patience with me." "Chad, I am thinking that we could both benefit about knowing more about the other." "I like that Carina." Smiling broadly, she said, "Great, I suggest we have lunch in the village tomorrow where we can relax as travelers to this lovely village." "Wow!" and then he paused remembering Bridgett. "Ahhhh ..... actually, ahhhh, my parents and I, ahhhh, plan to sail tomorrow. We have a boat in a slip by the Hotel Welcome." "Oh, that sounds lovely. How about a late déjeuner around 1 on Sunday?" "That sounds super. May I suggest Bistro de L'etoile? I have yet to eat there, but reviews are excellent "Super! Chad." Then clumsily he said, "I know so little about your country." With that said, he excused himself with the reason that he needed to prepare for the sailing tomorrow. "Bonne nuit Carina" and then in English, "You DO look lovely tonight." Again she smiled, "I have been told about the charm of American males. More please. Bonne nuit, kind sir."

The next morning, Chad awoke after a rather sleepless night. He told me later that his mind was spinning with thoughts of both Carina and Bridgett. He did remember my point that he would meet many women in France that would be very enticing to his American psyche. He decided to skip the petite déjeuner provided by the Institute, even though that meant passing up another opportunity to interact with Carina. Walking out to the Institute's patio, he could see the other beach of village, Plaqe Darse. Being outside of the seawall at the marina, I had pointed the beach out to him as we sailed into the harbor. I noted that his Mom and I had gone to this beach on the weekends to avoid the crowds at the other beach for which Villefranche sur Mer is best known. With a 'go-cup' of café creme from the buffet, he headed for this beach. Once there, he found it to be carpeted, not with sand, but with uncomfortable rocks. He had only a towel with him, and he decided to go to La Vie to grab some additional towels as well as to care for Jazz's needs in that I had left him on the boat. I had instructed Chad to care for him over the weekend.

Once on the boat, he first took care of Jazz's requirements. He then straightened up below deck, especially his berth, given Bridgett would be there to change for dinner and ... He purposely stopped there in his mind. With everything in order on the boat, he placed a bottle of rosé in the cooler and headed to Plage des Marinieres. It was just beyond the café where he was to meet Bridgett at 1.

He had several hours on the beach before meeting Bridgett. As he approached the crescent shaped beach, he could see that there were both sandy and rocky areas. The deep purple bougainvillea vines that draped the retainer wall below the train tracks added a sense of royalty to the beginning stretch of the beach. Beyond that, the beach had mixed sections of sand and rocks with only a few shade trees along a car lane that follows the curve of the beach to the parking lot at the end. He remembered that I had told him of the café halfway around curve that served an excellent salad nicoise as well as cantaloupe wrapped in prosciutto. Within minutes he had walked the distance to the café and then took the steps there to the beach. Settled on his straw mat, he decided to have Bridgett meet him there instead of the café along promenade. He called her and left a message about where he was on the beach. After all, since she lived in Beaulieu sur Mer, she would have less than a 10 minutes walk to meet him.

After only 20 minutes in the sun, he headed for the water. He said he took my advice and dived into the water instead of walking in. For the first time in this chilling water under the blazing sun, one should commit totally with a dive into the water. I also told him to exhale as he entered the water. Lastly, I suggested he stay near the surface without going deep where the water was much colder at that time of the year. For the next several hours before Bridgett would arrive, he alternated several times between sunning on the beach and swimming out to the line of buoys 100 meters out that marked the swimming area. Within several ins & outs, the water's temperature was no longer an issue.

It was nearly 1, and he was quite hungry having nothing since the previous dinner at the Institute. He was thinking that salad nicoise and a 1/2 pichet rosé would be perfect at this point. Crossed legs on the straw mat, he looked to his left towards Beaulieu sur Mer expecting Bridgett to appear at any time. He realized that he really didn't remember Bridgett as to her face per sé, but rather to her overall topless body and short hair. Suddenly, there was tap on his right shoulder. "American Chad, Yes?" He stumbled as he awkwardly stood to receive her. "Oui, Mademoiselle." Even more awkwardly he held out his hand to shake. Bridgett was having nothing of that and held his head in her hads as she gave a kiss to each of his cheeks. "American Chad, this is how we greet our friends ... and lovers in the open." She paused. "As I said before, I think I can be very helpful to you in understanding French culture beyond just the language." They both laughed. She had on a full bikini as well as carrying a straw mat, a large beach towel, and a bag with her dinner clothes. She immediately took control of the situation by placing her straw mat next to his with the bag and towel, and then taking off her top. "I need to go for a swim immediately," as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the water. He responded immediately entering the water with her. Once out several meters, she said "I will meet you at buoy 13", and she took off swimming effortlessly. Chad paused for a moment as this 'water nymph' left him standing in the shallow water. By the time he swam to the buoy, she was floating on her back with her breasts just breaking the surface. As Chad would explain to me later, his mind would continue to be consumed by thoughts of this fascinating sprite.

As they swam along the line of buoys with the reflection of the lush bougainvillea draping the restraining wall, Bridgette suddenly went under the water in front of him and surfaced behind him holding him tightly to her chest. Speaking softly into his left ear she said, "I'm hungry Chad." "Got it Bridgett", and they swam together to shore and rested on their mats for several minutes. Chad suggested that they try the café just above them on the car lane. "Yes, I know it well, Chad." She was purposely continuing a shift to a most casual first name basis. As at Plage Mala, she covered her upper body with a light wrap to be served food.

Once seated at a café table on the edge of the café. Chad decided to get more personal with this woman that had become so enticing to him. When the waiter arrived with the menus, Chad first ordered a pichet de rosé et carafe d'eau. Purposely leaving her wrap loosely opened, she teased, "Chad, I see you are learning the most important French first." Not waiting for the rosé, he said, "Well, there is one very important phrase that I am still working on to translate into French." She took the bait, "And what phrase would that be?" Chad took a breath. "I would like to say in French 'Will you stay the night with me on my sailboat in the harbor ... Breakfast is included?'" She laughed out loud at the unexpected boldness of this American. She reached across the table and took his hands in hers. "As you Americans say, 'You betcha'. However, I will have to leave Sunday morning for church and family events." As they released hands to receive the rosé, Chad only then remembered that he was meeting with Carina Sunday afternoon. They were now silently staring into each other's eyes as the waiter poured the wine into the glasses. In sync they raised their glasses and toasted to the evening to come. Interestingly, Bridgett pulled her wrap closer around her. Chad was charmed by this sign of modesty in this developing intimate relationship.

They both relaxed in their chairs and took up the menus. Not knowing what to say next, Chad started by describing the boat in greater detail than was necessary. Recognizing his possible nervousness, she interrupted him by reaching again across the table and taking his left hand in hers. "Chad, I am so looking forward to this afternoon and then dinner at la Belle Étoile. To end the evening on a sailboat in the harbor on such a gorgeous night is a dream for me." "Well then, that's super. Let's order." He paused placing the menu aside, "I am going with the salde nicoise that I understand is excellent here." "Make that two, Chad", as she released her hand from his. With the order placed, they exchanged thoughts about their personnel interests. She was quite inquisitive about his forthcoming voyage along the coast. She would occasionally add comments about the individual ports of call as Chad described the trip plan. Chad was impressed by her knowledge to the point that he started thinking about the possibility of her joining him for at least part of the sailing, that is depending upon her availability .... and my agreement.

Finishing the salads and rosé, he paid la addition. They headed back to the beach and spent the remainder of the afternoon in & out of the water. By 5 they had expended themselves in energy and slightly flirtatious conversation. Suddenly, Chad stood. "Let's go Bridgett. I have an excellent chilled rosé on the boat waiting to be consumed." She stood and put on the top of her bikini. With their stuff gathered, it was a 10 minutes walk along the promenade to La Vie.

Once on La Vie, Chad, with a wink, mentioned that Sara and I were on a weekend visit to Cannes and Grasse, and that we would not be back until Sunday night. Bridgett winked back with a smile and went below to take a fresh water shower once Chad explained how the plumbing worked for the toilet as well. He followed her below deck to get the chilled rosé. Without hesitation she started to strip off her bikini before entering the very small 'head'. Chad grabbed the rosé from cooler and two wine glasses on his way to the aft deck. With the wine poured, she appeared in 15 minutes dressed in a linen blouse and loose, short shorts. Her hair was brushed and surrounded her face in gentle waves. He audibly gasped at her beauty. "You like Chad?" "You betcha." They both laughed at his repeating her use of the American colloquialism. He loved the 'freedom' in her laugh and the innocence in her presence, whether dressed or undressed. Without hesitation, Jazz jumped up next to her on the bench and placed his head on her lap. Bridgett was startled at first and then remembered Chad taking several trips to and from the boat at Plage Mala. As she snuggled up to Jazz and asked, "Who is our chaperone here, Chad?" "This is Jazz. He came with boat rental and is now a trusted crewmember for our voyage. Hearing his name, Jazz raised his head and began licking Bridgett's right hand. Without hesitating she said, "Really Chad, is this some type of foreplay on the boat?" Chad shook his head and said in a faux haughtiness "No Bridgett, I am totally capable of handling my romancing efforts." He thought, 'That was a rather strange statement.' He then said with a broad smile, "However, he does like to watch." With that, they both laughed again, and the awkward moment ended. They finished the rosé as Chad described the voyage in greater detail including the two excursions. With their last sips, Bridgett said, "You have told me so much about yourself and the voyage. Sooooo, over dinner, it is my turn to talk about me. Okay?" Once again, "You betcha. I'm sorry if I overdid my excitement about this trip. Yes, I DO want to know much more about you." With that said, the two left La Vie to go to La Belle Étoile. Once on the promenade, Chad looked back and saw Jazz sitting on the bow. He called to him to come, and the 3 were on their way with Jazz leading the way.

Tamarra greeted them with her normal charm. Recognizing Bridgett, she gave her a warm hug and la biss. "Welcome back Bridgett. So good to see you again and in such good company", as she petted Jazz. "Are your parents not joining us Monsieur Chad?" "They are in the South, and tonight is my relief from the intensity of the Institute." "I fully understand." He thought for a moment and said to Bridgett. With your permission, I would like to order what my Dad and I had the other night." "You betcha, Monsieur." With that he turned to Tamarra, "Pease repeat the meal AND wine that my Dad and I had the other day." "It is so ordered, Monsieur Chad. Only the amuse bouche will be different." and she left.

It was another superb food experience for the two. With la addition paid as well as a handsome tip (as per his father's influence), the 2 left for La Vie. Jazz led the way. Once at the boat, he asked her to stay on the aft deck while he went below for a nightcap of Port. Jazz was sitting on the bench next to her as Chad brought up 2 glasses of Port and sat on the other side of her. Jazz's head was resting on her thigh, and clearly had no desire to move. Chad casually toasted the extraordinary day with her. She clicked her glass to his and said, "The day is not over American Chad." They looked into each other's eyes and no words were spoken after that as they viewed the night scene and finished their Port. They left Jazz on the aft deck and went below for the night.

After several hours of thoroughly enjoying each other's fantasies, Bridgett collapsed into his arms and was soon asleep. Chad, while being exhausted, was amazed with this FRENCH woman. As she snuggled her head next to his, he could sense a scent behind her left ear that was so soothing ... so different than his lovers in the U.S. For a moment he thought that if this was indeed a cultural difference, which should be considered as part of the Toque evaluation. He laughed at himself for this thought, and pulled Bridgette closer to him and was soon asleep.

Yes! At 7 Jazz was on top of them licking Bridgett's exposed cheek first. "Mon Dieu!" was Bridgett's immediate response. She then realized it was Jazz and not Chad. She released her arms around Chad and pulled Jazz down by her other side and hugged him dearly. Chad awoke and rolled to his other side gazing at the two. Smiling, he said, "Well now. How long has this been going on behind my back?" She laughed, "I only contacted you so I could get close to your dog." "If you would like a fabulous petit-déjeuner, you then need to make up with me now for this discretion." She kissed Jazz on his forehead and moved over to be in Chad's arms once again. Jazz left for the aft deck.

It was another hour before the two were up. While Bridgett showered, Chad made his version of slowly cooked, French scrambled eggs with sour cream, chives, and heavy cream. She emerged from the head with a generous towel wrapped around her. As she headed toward the berth to dress, he intercepted her and gently removed the towel from her body. He wanted one last remberance and one last touch before she departed. She laughed lightly and turned to embrace him tightly. Once she was dressed, she joined Chad on the aft deck where the breakfast was served. It was a gorgeous morning with the clear, blue sky. A cruise ship had arrived in the bay overnight, and the tourists where streaming down the promenade heading for the train station for 1 day explorations in Cannes or Monte Carlo. Jazz left La Vie and sat on the promenade in front of La Vie waiting their attention ... and possible treats.

At first the conversation was light between the 2 as they consumed the eggs, croissants, and café. Chad then started with a more aggressive conversation, "I am so glad that you initiated us getting together this weekend. To be honest, as we say in the States, I am a 'babe in the woods" in being involved with other than American mademoiselles." She quickly interrupted him, "But Chad, I would like to think that we have only begun your introduction to French ways, as I mentioned yesterday" Somewhat truthfully he responded, "You mean that there is more for me to learn." "You betcha American Chad." They both laughed. With a pause, she then said. "Actually, my 'student', there is much more that I am willing, I desire, to share. That is, if you are interested and have the time." He tilted his head and joyfully said, "YES! to both." He paused, and with a broad smile, "Do I get a certificate of some sort?" Standing up in preparing to leave, "American Chad, you may be quite surprised what you get ... once you finish the course." Chad's face took on a very quizzical look. "But for now, mon élève, I must depart. I will be in contact with you soon to discuss your next lesson." He stood to embrace her and kiss her passionately. She grabbed her gear that she had brought up on deck and departed, giving Jazz a long embrace as she passed him on the promenade. Chad watched her departure with a mixture of feelings that he would think about until their next being together. He really knew so little about her. Their time together had been more about him then her. As Jazz continued to enjoy the stream of tourists, Chad went below and took a long shower. In several hours he would be having brunch with Carina.

CHAD: Part 2 of 3

With Bridgett gone, Chad decided a 20 minutes nap would be good given his exhaustion from the night's romancing. He was a daily user of such naps , but normally in the late afternoon. Jazz joined him in the berth lying beside him. He awoke at 11 and noticed Bridgett's unique scent on the pillow. He then realized that her scent was on his body. Regretfully, a shower was required given his meeting with Carina at 1. Also, he needed to change the bedding just in case.... Out loud he said, "What is happening here? This is not what I am use to." Again, he remembered me telling him that 'In France he would likely be introduced to a number of fine young ladies. But, that his course at the Institute was the most critical.' With Jazz by his side before he headed to the shower, Chad held Jazz's head in his two hands and said, "I have to be 'cool' with Carina." However, that turned out not to be the case. After a long shower, Chad dressed in his best linen shorts and his silk shirt that he purchased from Tommy Bahama in the U.S.. He did want to look 'cool'. But, he would not be flirting with Carina during their déjeuner. Just before 1, he left La Vie along with Jazz to secure a table at Bistro de L'etoile and wait for Carina. The bistro is known for its Toulous-style cuisine, especially the grilled duck avec an orange sauce.

Once seated with Jazz at his side, he ordered a pichet de Chardonnay. Given that Carina had mentioned her passion for duck during the week, he also requested the waiter to place 2 orders of the duck 10 minutes after Mademoiselle arrived. As he sat there, he couldn't get Bridgett off his mind. Suddenly, Jazz sat up, and Chad was aware of Carina approaching. "Bonne journée Chad" "Bonne journée Carina." For the first time, they exchanged kisses on each cheek. Her scent was captivating. Before he could speak further, she continued, "Who is this gorgeous chien or chienne sitting next you?" "Jazz is a chien, and absolutely the most amazing one." He then noticed how she was dressed with a very short skirt and tight blouse. The vision of her legs gave him pause. "My goodness Carina, you look absolutely fabulous." She laughed before he could continue. "Well! Thank you kind sir. I also like your casual dress." Chad knew that he was already challenged as to not flirting. Bridgett had started his hormones rushing the night before, and now Carina's appearance was adding fuel to his desires. He knew he had to calm himself. This déjeuner was about getting to know more about each other. Once Carina sat, Jazz immediately came to her side placing his head on her lap looking up directly into her eyes. "Min gud!, Jazz is certainly a charmer. Does he get this from you?" He laughed, "Actually, Chad came with the boat rental. I hope I can learn some charm from him." They both laughed. He then poured some Chardonnay for her and offered a toast, "Here's to knowing each other so much better that we become the étoiles of the class." They clicked their glasses and drank. He continued, "Carina, I have taken the initiative to order the grilled duck for each of us. This restaurant is known for that entrée." Tilting her head and with a slight smile she said, "So, I now know that you like to control, but with the desire to please." "Ahhhh, I guess so. Well at least, as to being with you. Is that OK?" "Actually, I am much the same way, However, I am willing to relinquish that characteristic with someone I respect .... and I find absolutely adorable and charming. I thing that outside of the Institute I will refer to you as charming Chad." He could feel his face flushing. "Well Carina, I think we are off to a great start in knowing each other." "I agree charming Chad. What's next on your mind as knowing more about each other?" Chad paused and then with a smile started, "When I meet a woman in the U.S., at a bar for example, I often ask 3 questions to start a conversation." "I'm ready." "Did I say that you look absolutely stunning?" He purposely paused. "So, the questions are first, are you a dog or cat lover? Second, do you prefer ketchup or mustard? And third, are you of a positive or negative nature?" She laughed out loud. "REALLY? Oh!, you're serious." She sat up in her chair and firmly said without hesitation, "Dog, mustard, and very, very positive. Now what Chad?" Surprised at the firmness of her response, Chad sat back in his chair and responded, "I was just curious. Personally, I am dog, ketchup, and positive." She simply responded, "Interesting". At that point, the duck entrees were served. "Bonne appetite Carina." "Bonne appetite Chad."

Without any further discussion while they enjoyed their meals, Chad reflected on what a flirtatious woman's response in the States would have been: 'What do you think I am?" At that point, Chad would randomly respond as to cat/dog, and ketchup/mustard, but always positive. This interchange had no real value other than to demonstrate interest, even if it was total nonsense. The 3 questions had never failed him in starting a conservation in the States in an innocent fashion. However, this woman did not know the 'game'. This woman was so much different than Bridgett who was aggressive as to her own desires. Contrarily, Carina was a woman expecting each person to present their point equally. Both Bridgett and Carina were different than the women in NOLA who played it 'cool' in accepting or rejecting his come-on. Oddly, he thought that this point might be something to consider in developing Toque. For example, should his approach play up to the man or the woman, or to neither. Enough of that, he thought. His eyes and his mind returned to Carina.

Having taken a sip of the wine, he asked, "Please tell me why you are attending the Institute?." "I will do that charming Chad expecting you to answer the same question." "Of course. First, I must say again that you look absolutely lovely." His flirtatious mode was kicking in automatically. "Thank you again, kind sir. Simply stated, I am taking this course to expand my opportunities internationally. In addition to my native language, I am reasonably fluent in German and Dutch given the proximately of those countries to mine. As to French, I see that to be important to pursue my expertise in the EU." She paused to enjoy some more wine. Chad purposely placed his glass down and looked directly at her. "So what is your expertise that you wish to pursue in the EU?" "Well, I am wishing to set up an exclusive travel agency for those individuals that wish to experience the unique aspects of a country, of a culture. My parents have successfully done so in the Scandinavian countries. However, I want to expand on that." "Very interesting. I have another question which I will explain in a moment after this question. Do you wish to include such experiences that are available in North America?" "Absolutely! So why do you ask?" "First, let's toast to that venture." They did, and then he proceeded to explain his goal of developing the Toque System for the very broad base of consumers that cannot afford the use of Michelin's 'Star' evaluation of restaurants. The Institute will provide me with an underlying understanding of the French language, and to some extent the culture. My Dad and I will then be taking a 1-month French cooking course in at Cap d'Agde the end of this sailing cruise to expand my knowledge of the French cuisine. All of this will prepare me for entering Stanford's MBA program. In turn I will have a sound basis for setting up my commercialization of The Toques of the Town system." She simply responded, "Min Gud, Chad. That is amazing, I think. What is this word 'toque'?" "It is the name of a Chef's hat which is my equivalent to that of Michelin's Star, but based on criteria for the majority of folks." She sat silently for a moment while he completed his meal. She then asked, "Chad, do you see your 'toque' approach to be limited to North America?" "Initially, Yes! But now knowing of your pursuits, there may be some synergy between us two after our studies here." "What is this word synergy?" "Simply stated, 'synergy' is the combination of 2 or more concepts that create value greater than the sum of those parts taken individually. In other words, you and I may be able to work together to bring value to our clients that is greater than you and I approaching them individually." With a bashful smile she said, "Hmmmmm! You have my interest, charming Chad. I think I would enjoy working with you after our time here." He smiled. "Perhaps you know the famous line from the movie Casablanca: 'I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.'" "Yes, of course I know the line. I know everything about Ingrid Bergman. She was Swedish after all." They laughed, clicked their glasses and finished their wine. "I think we could use another pichet de Chardonnay." "Actually, I would prefer rosé at this point." "So ordered Mademoiselle." The waiter was just passing at that time, and Chad gave him the request.

Jazz sat up and placed his head again on Carina's lap looking directly into her eyes. Carina was suddenly quiet as she automatically petted Jazz. It was clear to Chad that she was thinking about something that should not be interrupted. When the wine was served with fresh glasses and a bowl of glacons, she looked up. As Chad filled the glasses with wine and glacons, she said, "Sorry for my drifting just now. My mind just went to some thoughts on how I am moving forward with my career. To your credit, the points you made about synergy with your toque pursuit clearly has my attention.

During the next hour they finished the rosé while they exchanged thoughts as to her international perspective and his toque concept. While they were talking, she pulled out a small pad from her purse and took several notes. As much as he cherished this time with Carina, he noticed that Jazz was getting restless. Finally, as the conversation was starting to repeat several points already made by both, Chad said, "This has been absolutely lovely to have this time together to explore each of our thoughts as to moving forward after the Institute, whether individually or in some synergistic fashion. And, I greatly want to continue this conversation." "So do I, charming Chad." she said with a comforting smile. "But, I need to get Jazz back to the boat and greet my parents whom should be arriving soon from their travels in Provence this weekend." She interrupted him, "I would love to meet them, if that is ok with you." "Absolutely, I will make that happen, but not today. My Dad will be particularly interested in listening to our developing thoughts about a synergistic business relationship." Then tilting her head in a very charming way, she said. "I'm thinking that there may be an interesting synergistic personal relationship between us. With that said, she stood and came over to Chad as he stood. "I'll see you later at the Institute for cocktails." They exchanged a passionate hug and kisses on each other's cheeks. "Bye, charming Chad. Until later." As she left the restaurant going up the alley that took her to the Institute, she casually glanced back. He was still watching her. She thought to herself, 'This is good. I have his attention.' He said outloud, "Wow, what's happening here? First there's Bridgett and now Carina."

CHAD: Part 3 of 3

With Carina having left, Chad paid la addition and headed back to La Vie. But, first a quick stop in the nearby park for Jazz. Once back to the boat, Chad changed into his swimming suit and took a swim off the stern of the boat. Chad had this feeling of excess physical energy that needed to be spent. Jazz was quick to follow him. Given that Chad was an excellent swimmer, he was out 100 yards or so before he stopped to see Jazz doing his best to catch up. Immediately, he turned to meet Jazz that was some distance short of his position. His sense of responsibility kicked in to take care of Jazz, and his thoughts about Bridgett and Carina were no longer on his mind. The two turned and swam back to the boat. Once back, he showered and then prepared a platter of baguette slices and local French cheeses, along with chilling a bottle of rosé, to greet Sara and me when we arrived. He thought about what to tell us about this extraordinary weekend he had experienced with 2 enchanting young ladies. He told me later that he was concerned that I might be disappointed with him going against my point of focusing on his studies at the Institute. He was correct, at least at first. Chad had not yet matured in the discipline of establishing and pursuing the proper priorities.

About 20 minutes on the train from the Villefranche sur Mer train station, I called Chad to say that Sara and I would be at La Vie in 1/2 hour. He sounded exhausted, which I understood why once we sat on the aft deck with the snacks and the wine. He shared the events from Friday evening until Sunday afternoon. I must admit that while I was upset with his not taking my advice, I was also impressed with his entertaining 2 women in such a short time. Sara was interested in questioning him about the characteristics of the two women. However, I was more pointed in questioning what he thought about furthering his involvement with either or both women. After 45 minutes of having such a discussion with Chad, he said that he had to get back to Institute for dinner and social time. As he started to leave, Jazz sat up and started to follow him. I called Jazz back, and Sara and I looked at each other shrugging our shoulders. I then said, “ Our Son is being exposed to many things this trip. These two women are very interesting for very different reasons. I really like the synergism that Chad mentioned regarding Carina. But, I also like his being exposed to the aggressiveness of Bridgett. Sara said that she agreed, and we went on to change our clothes for the evening out.

Once back to the Institute, Chad went to his room to change into more appropriate dress for a formal Sunday dinner. Once in the dining hall he saw Carina standing behind her chair at the long dinner table. She was between two male classmates with which they were talking in a fashion that he perceived to be flirtatious. He instantly felt threatened by this possible competition. However, the seat across the table was still vacant, and he moved quickly to take that chair. She was dressed in a floral-designed short skirt and a revealing V-neck, white blouse. Her long blond hair was flowing around her head and curling gently over her shoulders. They greeted each other interrupting her conversations with the other two males. He automatically said, “You look absolutely fabulous.” He purposely said it loud enough for the two fellows to hear, “I really enjoyed our lunch today and getting know more about each other.” She responded with a lovely smile, “Me too, Chad charmant. I am glad that we are free to talk in other than French on the weekends.” She then introduced him to the two fellows, Mark and Henry, that Chad only knew by site. Mark recognized Chad’s ploy, and asked Chad if he would like to switch seats. Chad accepted the offer. Chad and Carina effectively isolated themselves from the others in their conversation during dinner. They explored different aspects of what a synergistic venture would encompass. Again, she pulled out a small pad and made some notes. When desert was being served, she laid the pad on the, and he noted a heart drawn at the bottom. After dinner, the two were side-by-side as they weaved through the evening’s social activities. They would be together, when possible, for the remainder of their time at the Institute. Chad had marked his territory as had Carina with the women in the class.

The rules at the Institute were quite strict as to after-hour activities between classmates during the week. Hence, for the next two weekends, Chad and Carina would leave the Institute to be together on La Vie. Appropriately, Chad had called me during the second week to discuss his desire to have access to La Vie on the weekends, with or without Sara and I being on board. He was clearly excited about Carina both personally and professionally. I had to rethink my position on the exclusivity of his studies. With Carina it seemed that he was both doing well with his studies while advancing his career in a before unseen fashion. However, I asked him about Bridgett given his description of their time together. “Son, what should I do if Bridgett shows up at some time looking for you. She does seem to be quite aggressive and interested in you.” “Yeah Dad, I understand. Simply tell her that I am not available for the rest of the voyage.” I interrupted him, “That is your job. I will tell her that I will let you know that she called. And then you handle.” “Yes, you are right Dad.” Chad paused, “That was an amazing weekend with those two, but I see long-term possibilities with Carina and not with Bridgett.” Then he made an amazing statement, “I want what I do, and how I live … and who I live with, to be about substance and not flash. Having been with those two over the weekend made that point quite clear to me.” I responded, “Wow! This trip has already been successful. More good stuff to come, my son.” Before we hung up, I told him that our traveling plans were not locked in for the next several weeks, but he was welcome to bring Carina on board if we are there. I couldn’t wait to tell Sara about the conversation.

For the remaining weeks at the Institute, Chad was totally immersed in the program during the day. In the evenings he and Carina were coming closer and closer together, both personally and professionally. During the 3^rd weekend, Sara and I got to meet Carina on board La Vie. We were both highly impressed with her individually, and how she and Chad talked about moving forward with a venture. It was during that weekend that the four of us talked about Carina joining Chad and me in several weeks as we progressed along the voyage. That Sunday evening when Chad and Carina were leaving to return to the Institute, Sara took Carina in her arms for an intense hug. Sara would be gone to return to the States before Carina would return to La Vie at the end of the course.

SARA AND ME:

Once Chad was off to the Institute, Sara and I spent the first week traveling in the South of France. Ever since our Honeymoon being spent moving from city to city throughout Côte d’Azur, we have visited this area several times, but only as to the land. Unquestionably, our favorite location of the area is Villefranche sur Mer. This village is quaint, comfortable, and void of scores of tourists. While cruise ships often anchor in the harbor for the day, those passengers only hurry through the village to and from the train station to go from Monaco to Cannes for the day. Fortunately, they don’t spend the evening consuming the finite availability of seats of excellent cuisine.

With Sara having 3 weeks remaining before she headed back to NOLA, we decided to spend most of the time at sea on La Vie. For Chad’s benefit we would spend the weekends in port. Through all of this, Jazz was such an excellent companion, and he totally captured Sara’s heart. Even when we had some rough sailing, Jazz would be by my side on the aft deck. When Sara would go to the foredeck to sunbath during the day, Jazz would be there.

Occasionally, when sailing during the week, we would come in close to shore and anchor in the crystalline water for several hours. Jazz would be first in the water when I placed the anchor and had taken down the main and jib. He knew the routine. However, it was important that we spent time in open water out of sight of shore. I felt this important to initiate us as a crew to such sailing in anticipation of taking our 40 ft., ocean-capable Caliber for a trans-Atlantic sail. That has been my desire since I purchased Sweet Sale. Having served in the Navy on a destroyer and aircraft carrier for 6 years as an officer, I was comfortable with being out of sight of land and its inherent security. Additionally, I was qualified in navigating the ocean via the stars (sextant) without satellite positioning. Hence, we were ‘fortunate’ to be subjected to 2 days and nights of quite severe weather. Sara and I alternated being at the helm in the night hours while the other ‘slept’. Again, Jazz stayed next to each of our sides when at the helm during the rough sailing. I am so amazed with Jazz, but importantly this woman, or any person, that could handle such a ‘threatening’ situation with no previous experience. My 25 years with her now had a new dimension of appreciation … and trust. I was convinced that she would be a perfect mate on a transatlantic sail.

When in port Sara and I traveled within the Nice, Beaulieu sur Mer, and Eze area. One ofourdestinations was shopping in Old Niece and the farmers market where we shopped for fruits, vegetables, and meat for Chad's and my continuing sailing leaving Villefranche sur Mer.

As we have done several times in the past, Sara and I enjoyed exploring exotic gardens of La Villa Ephryssi de Rothchild on Cap Ferret.

Of course, for Sara it was necessary to visit the Fragonard Perfumery in Éze. However, for both of us, the best part of being there on the mountain top was to have lunch at Chateau Éze, a Michelin Guide restaurant, with its fantastic view of the sea and several villages along the shore. It is our favorite once-a-year cuisine experience. Enjoying dinner there this time was also thought-provoking considering points Chad may want to consider, or not, in his Toque pursuit. For example, the impeccable uniforms of the wait staff would be inappropriate for Toque. But what would be the proper way to address with Toque? ... or is that criteria even appropriate for Toque?

We had the opportunity one weekend to spend it in port with the Chad and Carina. Both Sara and I noticed a significant difference in our son with her there. It seemed to us that he had gained a more worldly perspective in his conversation and dealing with Carina then he had with his young ladies in NOLA.

The night before Sara's departure and Chad's course completion, the 4 of us had our last dinner at La Belle Étoile. The conversation was vibrant especially when listening to Chad and Carina presenting their latest version of a business model for their joint venture. Sara and I were both quite impressed. It was clear to me that he was a shoo-in for Stanford. Sara, on the other hand, tuned into this apparent, developing romance. We finished dinner with a discussion of the ongoing sailing trip with plans for Carina to join La Vie in Cannes. With the warmest farewell to Tamarra and Manuel, Jazz led our way back to the boat. Before the four of us retired for the night, I uncorked a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Champagne on the aft deck in celebration of such a fantastic, successful month in Villefranche sur Mer.

In the morning, Sara took a 9:30 taxi to the airport. Since she had said her goodbyes to Chad and Carina the night before, we didn't disturb them with her departure. With her returning to the States, she had a primary mission of providing for the means to bring Jazz back to the States. Once she was gone, I prepared La Vie for the relatively quick sail to the next port-of-call, Antibes. I decided to have petite déjeuner on shore to give the two some private time before Chad and I departed on our next leg. I returned several hours later and Carina was gone. Chad had completed his task to get the boat underway. By Noon, we were on our way under full sail once we had motored out to the middle of the bay.

Incredible Lightness of Being

Fri, 08 Dec 2023 02:03:02 +0000

For Americans, there are three culinary items that are most readily associated with Belgium and that are absolutely délicieuse: Beer; Chocolate; and Waffles. Of the

3, the 'Belgium' waffles tha are offered in too many restaurants across the U.S are very poor representations of the true Belgium waffle. The confusion is that in appearance, the American 'Belgium' waffle has the thickness of the true Belgium waffle. But, it does have the latter's incredible lightness of being, literally. Like me, once you have had a true Belgium waffle, you will reject those of the American restaurants. Like me, you will ask the following question at restaurants before ordering: "Are your Belgium waffles yeast-raised?" You will likely get a confused expression by the waiter/waitress. That is the key question as the following recipe explains. Most often these fake waffles are simply made from pancake batter.

1 package dry yeast
2 cups lukewarm milk

4 eggs, separated
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 1/2 cups sifted flour 1/2 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon sugar 1/2 cup melted butter

Sprinkle yeast over warm milk; stir to dissolve. Beat egg yolks and add to yeast mxiture with vanilla. Sift together flour, salt and sugar; add to liquid ingredients. Stir in melted butter and combine thoroughly. beat the egg whites until stiff; carefully fold into batter. Let mixture stand in a warm place about 45 minutes or until mixture doubles in bulk. Stir down the mixture, and use 1 cup per waffle.

NEW ORLEANS BOUND

Mon, 03 Jul 2023 23:50:34 +0000

NOTE: Words that are italicized and underlined are defined elsewhere in this posting.

Unquestionably New Orleans (NOLA) had been my favorite place in the U.S. to live, and second/ third to Villefrance-Sur-Mer (French Rivera) and Paris, respectively, across the globe. (I have several TRAVEL posts on those three locations on this blog.) I state 'had been' because the 'comfort' (BUT not the ambience) of the city has changed substantially since Hurricane Katrina for several reasons. First, the lack of gun control has resulted in the suppressed youths carrying guns without the maturity to respect the law or the difference between right & wrong. Second, the stability of the black community has eroded given the massive exodus to settle elsewhere. While NOLA is in the South, it is not a Southern city. It's society is rich in Cajun/Creole/Black cultures and has the most genuine enjoyment across the city as to food, music, and dance.

Within the following text, I address *Food & Libations, *Places, *Live Music, *Speak, *Events, and *People that I suggest one may want to know about and explore when visiting New Orleans. Clearly there is much more than what I am providing for each topic, but those mentioned are my personal favorites. Additionally, a number of my following observations are based upon what I captured living there before Hurricane Katrina, especially those observations as to the interaction between blacks and whites.

Art for Art Sake: Presented by the Magazine Street Merchants Association, it is their annual showcase of art, food, music and fun on Magazine Street. I have purchased several paintings enjoying this event.

PEOPLE

Dem Saints: The New Orleans professional football team, The Saints.

Dam Yankee: an expatriate

from the North who moves to New Orleans.who soesn't go home.

Chalmatians: These are folks residing in Chalmette (accross the Industrial Canal) who speak with a Bronx accent. They don't consider themselves to be Yats.

Dr. John: Malcolm John Rebennack Jr., better known by his stage name Dr. John, was an American singer and songwriter. His music was influenced by New Orleans blues, jazz, funk, and R&B. This most beloved NOLA musician died in 2019.

J Monque'D: This so-unique performer comes from the school of musicians who say if you are going to play the blues, you have got to live the blues. At one Jazz Festival a number of years ago, he was released from prison temporarily to perform. You can listen to his "Butter-Churning Man" on Alexa.

Rex: The king of Carnival. He holds the key to the city for a day, handing to him by the mayor in a Lundi Gras ceremony.

St. Augs: Representing St. Augustine's High School, this is a favorite group that performs in various Mardi Gras parades. Literally, they are loud and brassy and bring the crowd alive.

PERSEVERANCE

Fri, 24 Feb 2023 01:35:45 +0000

It had been a robust winter with numerous snowfalls. The three young raccoons (aka kits) remained with their mom in their den, which was in the hollow portion of a fallen oak tree when the weather was most fierce. Being only 7 months old, they would not normally venture out on their own for another 5 months. However, soon they would have to. Although the kits were nearly identical in appearance, each had an unique characteristic for which they were named by their mom. The 2 brothers were named Twitch (due to his particular nose motions) and Whiskers (he has so many) and the sister was named Squeak (the noise she often makes when sleeping).

Normally all 4 would leave this safe harbor of the tree together when the weather was suitable to seek food. However, after 2 days of snow that amounted to 23 inches of fresh powder, Mom recognized that the snow was too deep for the kits to manage. They could easily get lost, or worse smothered in such light powder. But, all were very hungry, and the two boys were grumpy and picking on their sister. Mom decided to go out on her own once it got dark and bring food back for all. She was clear with the kits that they must stay in the hollow log away from the opening until she returned.

With some hesitation she jumped from the partially fallen tree into the powder and disappeared being totally covered by the snow powder. She was large enough, as well as experienced, to make it the top of the snow cover occasionally to keep her direction to the nearby farm. She correctly expected at some point she would be in an area near the farm that had been trampled down by the farmer's equipment. However, what she did not expect were the several live traps set by the farmer that afternoon. As she approached the trashcans that often yielded abundant scraps, she purposely entered a wired enclosure to gather food from a pile of wilted lettuce and shredded carrots placed there by the farmer. The contraption new to her and not realizing it was a trap, she was now without any ability to escape. There was nothing she could do but wait for what was to happen. She was confused and scared. She started to cry out but then stopped realizing that she did not want to alarm her kits since they would endanger themselves if they came to her assistance. She went to a corner of the cage and settled down. After several hours the lights in the farmhouse went out, and she felt that she could sleep. That was difficult at first in that she knew that the kits would be scared soon in that she had not returned, especially Squeak.

Indeed, the kits were becoming increasing alarmed when their Mom had not returned after several hours. At first the two boys made fun of their sister as to her worrying. The boys were scared as well, but found some release in teasing their sister. At one point, Squeak broke into tears from her fear, and the 2 boys backed off and were tearing as well. Finally, all three kits cuddled closely to each other for the night with all finally falling asleep as the full moon disappeared behind the wealth of clouds that had moved in.

At dawn the farmer's rooster crowing awakened Mom. She stirred and quickly realized her situation. She panicked and fiercely searched the cage for a means to escape - there was none. She retreated again to a corner greatly concerned about her kits. In the daylight she could now see the increasing activity at the farm and observed the movements of the farmer's family, specifically the young boy and girl. At times one of the youths would be near her cage as they did their chores. At first she remained silent not wanting to gain the attention of the children. But after an hour or so, she changed her mind thinking that perhaps they would help her. She let out a bark (raccoon version) followed by whining. Those noises caught the attention of the boy, and he came running to the cage. He saw the caged raccoon and immediately ran to the house to tell his parents. Within minutes the farmer was at the cage along with both of the children. The farmer had a bowl of water and some carrot pieces that he placed in the cage after lowering a barrier halfway in the cage to prevent the raccoon from escaping or biting him. The farmer then raised the barrier and returned to the house. Mom did not feel personally threatened at that point, but her concern for her kits was overwhelming. Escaping was her only thought at that point.

Twitch was the first of the three to stir from his sleep. He went to the opening in the log and looked out seeing that the snow had stopped. He then awakened the other two to discuss the situation. It was agreed by all that they needed to leave the log to find their mom, even though she had told them to not do so. They agreed to first go to the farm expecting their mom was there.

When they jumped from the tree into the snow, they were totally immersed at first. Fortunately, Twitch was able to follow his mom's scent along the somewhat trampled path in the snow she had left. Although scared, they were determined to find their mom and food. As they moved along the trampled path, Twitch would often bark just loud enough for the other two to keep track of his position ahead. Suddenly, Squeak slid down a crevice in the snow to an edge of a creek. She let out a cry of despair to which both Twitch and Whiskers responded immediately by coming to her side. Squeak was getting tired making her way through the deep snow, and her slipping to the edge of the creek had greatly exhausted her. Twitch suggested that Whiskers stay with Squeak and that those two return to the safety of the den by following the path they had made in the snow. Twitch could tell that Whiskers was very uncomfortable with being away from the den, especially without their mom.

Twitch was now on his own, and he continued following the path his mom had created. At one point he heard his Mom's bark and could tell he was getting close to her position. He moved quicker along the trampled path and soon came to the clearing near the farm. He stopped and barked. His mom returned with a bark, and Twitch could now see the cage in which she was trapped. The boy had placed the cage on top of a table. Quickly, Twitch was at the side of the cage and confused by his mom's predicament. He had never seen a cage before. Suddenly, Mom stood up on her hind legs and firmly indicated to Twitch to go to the tree limb above the cage because she saw that the boy was approaching. Without hesitation he did what he was told. Once up the tree and on the branch above the cage, he looked down to see the boy at the end of the cage away from his mom. Twitch watched as the boy opened the end of the cage but did not notice that the boy had at first moved a lever on the side of the cage. The boy placed several carrots and then closed the cage again. Then the boy used the lever to lift the barrier between the carrots and where his mom was trapped. After several minutes the boy left to return to the house. In an instant, Twitch was at the side of the cage. He placed his left hand on the side of the cage, and his Mom placed her right hand to meet his as they both made a soothing whisper. This was the sound of comfort between the two.

Not obvious to Twitch at first was that the cage was designed so that the end of the cage could not be opened unless the barrier was first lowered with the lever the boy had moved. This was a safety factor of the cage to ensure that a captive raccoon would not be able to escape, or attack a person, when food was being placed in the cage. Hence, Twitch's attempt to open the cage was unsuccessful as he tried again and again to open the cage's latch. Twitch was stumped. His mom was also not able to help since she had not watched when either the father or the boy had brought food. Twitch could sense that his mom was becoming increasingly scared as well as tired given the stress she was experiencing. Hence, Twitch was becoming increasingly anxious to release his mom from this unusual contraption in which she was imprisoned. He placed both of his forehands on the cage as his mom did the same to meet his. This action seemed to calm her somewhat, and Twitch said he had a plan to get her out of the wire box. But, he would have to leave and come back soon. They each whispered again that sweet comfortable sound, and Twitch left.

Actually, Twitch simply wanted to ensure his mom that all would be well even though he did not have any idea yet as how to free her. Twitch also knew that he could not tell Whiskers or Squeak about their mom's situation. First, they would not understand about the cage, and second they would not want to know about their mom's despair. Feeling that his mother was calm enough, and with food and water, he headed to one of the garbage cans to get food to take back to his siblings. The first lid he lifted from one of the cans yielded a generous amount of vegetable scraps. He first satisfied his hunger with potato peelings and then grabbed enough scraps that could satisfy his brother and sister for a while. Within minutes, he jumped from the can and returned to the cage to once again tell his mom he would be back soon. She was much more relaxed knowing that Twitch had a plan - which he did not. Twitch followed the trampled path back to the tree.

Once inside the safety of the tree, Twitch provided his siblings with a story that that they would understand, but without stressing the danger their mom may be facing. After giving the two the food he had brought, Twitch went to the far end of the hollow log to think about what could be done. After much thought, he could only come up with one possibility, and it was quite risky he knew. He did not want his siblings to know of his exact plans in that they would worry too much. But then again, he wanted them to be prepared should he not returned from the scheme he had developed to free their mom. Although he thought Whiskers could be of some assistance in his plan, he did not want to risk Whiskers' life as well and leave Squeak on her own should his plan fail and he, his mom, and Whiskers were all captured.

The moon was now high in the night sky, and Squeak and Whiskers were cuddling together in the far end of their hollowed log. This situation with their mom had brought those two much closer together in their relationship. Twitch knew that they would soon be fast asleep, and that he could proceed with the first part of his plan without arousing them. It was a cloudless night as Twitch jumped into the snow and headed back to his mom's cage. Within minutes he was at the side of the cage, and his mom stirred as he tapped on the cage. She came to the side of the cage to greet him. He was pleased to see that she seemed relatively relaxed and not scared. They exchanged soothing whispers and then he first explained the other two were fed and resting comfortably ... and safely in their hollowed tree. She sighed and reached up her right hand to the side of the cage as he did so with his left hand. He then left her for a moment to again to inspect the cage's latch and the lever. He let out a slight bark of delight as he now knew what had to be done. He would have to somehow use the lever to lower the barrier, open the cage, and then raise the barrier for his mom to escape. Since he didn't want to involve Whiskers, he needed a means to keep the barrier up as his mom escaped through the opened end. He would solve that challenge in the morning in the daylight.

He returned to his mom's side and explained his plan for the next morning to make her escape when there was enough light to do what had to be done. By this point, she had to come to understand the strength and wisdom of this son. She understood the plan and would wait until his appearance the next morning. With one more endearing whisper, Twitch returned to his siblings in the tree, and she to the corner of the cage. She and Twitch rested more peaceably that night than the two previous nights.

Twitch was again the first to wake in the morning. He then awakened Whiskers and Squeal and roughly explained his plan without any detail as to handling the cage apparatus. That expanded level of knowledge would be confusing to them. Without alarming them too much, he explained what they needed to do if he didn't return when the sun was directly above. Simply stated, the two were to stay in the tree until dark and then seek the other raccoons that were nearby for their safety until he and their mom would return. Feeling that the two were fairly comfortable with what Twitch had explained to them, he headed out again from the tree. Fresh snow had appeared over night, but Twitch was still able to follow the path to the farm. Near the cage, he barked slightly so that his mom would know he was near and to be prepared for the escape as he had explained the night before. She returned his bark with hers as had been planned. She was now ready for her escape.

Twitch's plan was dependent upon one of the humans bringing food to the cage, and he waited for that to occur. It had taken some time until a door in the house opened, and the daughter headed towards the cage with some cabbage and carrots. Twitch had already positioned himself on the branch of the tree above the cage. He also had with him a small twig that was critical to the plan. When the girl got to the cage she first went to the end where the mom was 'resting'. The girl made some soothing sounds and then went to the other end of the cage. She first used the lever to lower the barrier and then opened the cage so as to place the food. That was the moment for Twitch to jump from the tree and stand upright with his front legs outstretched in front of the girl. This sudden appearance of the raccoon startled her, and she ran back to the house dropping the carrots and cabbage. Immediately, Twitch jumped on the cage and pulled up the lever to raise the barrier and then used the stick he brought to jam the lever in an upright position. Within seconds, Mom escaped from the cage and she and Twitch returned to the den with the cabbage and carrots. The 4 raccoons would return to the farm in the future, but now aware of the traps.

VITALITY

Mon, 23 Jan 2023 01:57:45 +0000

I have spent 4+ decades in the railroad industry, specifically freight and not passenger. That career has been split nearly 2/1 between domestic and international railroads with the latter being that of Egypt and Kazakhstan primarily. Regardless of the country and the type of railroad, there is one common driving issue. That is the point of VITALITY in providing safe train movements. Simply stated, Railroad Vitality is the means that ensures that only one train occupies a given portion of a track at any single point in time AND in moving forward to a designated extent. While there is equipment, e.g., wayside (RR's traffic lights), on a railroad that indicate track occupation by a train, that equipment is not VITAL. Such equipment only indicates a status of the track but is not the means that generates the train's 'movement authority' to be where it is and where it may proceed. Unfortunately, there so many individuals, including experienced RRers, that consider the signals to be vital. This last point was not really important until I was given the responsibility by a major freight railroad to develop the first system in North America to prevent train accidents due to human errors. That system is referred to as Positive Train Control (PTC), and it is now installed on the majority of rail tracks in the U.S. PTC is NOT vital, but it was falsely considered so by many individuals that could have led to an extensive and costly overdesign by those folks. Fortunately, my concerted effort to properly distinguish between vital and non-vital systems prevailed.

The concept of VITALITY can be applied to our lives as well as to how we keep our life's movements safe ... so as not to 'crash'. As with wayside signals on the railroads that indicate track occupancy only, BUT do not provide 'right to be there, there are so many indications as to our presence, our status, on the track of life. Unfortunately, these indications (possessions) are often used by many to foolishly determine their human vitality, their life's safety. The possessions are endless: sheepskins on the wall, BMW in the garage, corner office, Elder in the church, the neighborhood, club membership, etc. All of these can provide a false sense of vitality if indeed an individual does not have the proper mechanisms / means to recognize those actual issues that can threaten his/her existence.

For railroads, vitality is provided by having both the Knowledge of train positions (and speed in some cases) and the Intelligence (human, analog / digital analysis) to properly use the knowledge. But, how do those two factors apply to individuals?

INTELLIGENCE

When it comes to the source of an individual's intelligence there has been substantial studies as to nature vs. nurture, i.e., genetic vs. environment respectively. Specifically, credible studies have been made using twins, both fraternal and identical, recognizing that the former do not share perhaps 1/2 of the same genetics. I best quote the following from a source (not known at this point) on the internet.

"Given that identical and fraternal twins share the same environment, researchers were able to disentangle genetic and environmental factors, allowing researchers to reasonably attribute any similarity or difference in IQ between identical and fraternal twins to DNA. The researchers discovered that certain brain regions were highly heritable. It demonstrated a nearly identical correlation between the IQ scores of identical twins. While random pairs of people would be expected to have no correlation, fraternal twins demonstrated a certain degree of correlation between their IQ scores. However, it was less similar than that of identical twins. Even identical twins raised in separate households had a higher degree of similarity in their IQs than fraternal twins raised in the same household."

The bottom line of the above is that genetic factors play a significant role in an individual's intelligence.

Additional studies have been made as to children adopted. Again, I quote:

"As per adoption studies, adopted children exhibit intelligence similar to their biological parents, while their environment is more closely matched to that of their adoptive parents. This also provides evidence for the existence of a genetic component to intelligence.

Additionally, intelligence has been shown to run in families. Children born to parents with a high IQ are more likely to have a high IQ as well. This implies that parents pass on intelligence-related genes to their children."

In short, the above supports the point that genetics plays a significant role in the level of one's intelligence. However, as I present below, the environment can play a most important role in one's vitality as to obtaining knowledge regardless of inherited intelligence, I believe.

KNOWLEDGE

I am the product of a blue-collar environment. That is, my father was a steel worker, and I attended middle-class public schools in Pittsburgh - not private instituitions for the well-bred and/or well-off financially. Additionally, my BS/MBA are from Penn State and the University of Pittsburgh, respectively. - again non-prestigious institutions. There is no significant evidence in my family tree of other than average intelligence in either my father's or mother's family trees. Yet, it was my reportedly high IQ that got me scholarships, fellowships and loans for those instituitions to provide me the financial means to pursue higher education. In truth, I cannot definitively say that I did or did not inherit my level of intelligence given my parent's background. But what I do know is that my primary sources of knowledge have been such that I believe I have a high level of vitality. Contrarily, I argue that there are those with high IQs but with relatively little accumulated knowledge that have weakened vitality. Switching to the opposite positions, there are clearly individuals with low IQ but with substantial, relative accumlated knowledge that have a medium level of vitality. Lastly, there are those with low IQ and little accumulated knowledge that are the most vulnerable to life's perils.

One can view the 4 situations above as a VITALITY matrix.

	LOW IQ	HIGH IQ
LITTLE KNOWLEDGE	NO Vitality	MEDIUM Vitality
SUBSTANTIAL KNOWELEDGE	MEDIUM Vitality	HIGHEST Vitality

This is where Hillary Clinton's point that "it takes a village' (orignally from Africa) applies. I believe we as a society are still failing to provide the nurturing of knowledge across a broad range of individuals of both low and high IQ. Granted, it is not necessarily a lack of trying in many cases. Economics, race, social class and other criteria place formidable barriers. Hence my opening statement: Sound and Fury, Signifying Nothing.

BY THE WAY

For the understanding of those interested in the vitality of RR operations, there are two primary methods in the U.S. freight railroads that are extremely different as to technology. The first is 'signaled territory' where electronic circuits in the rail determine the presence of a train. The second is 'non signaled territory' where a manual or computerized 'train sheet' is used to keep track of the assignment of tracks to trains. The former is a century-old as to concept and quite complex as to ensuring its viability. The latter is straightforward as to tracking the movement of trains, whether manually or via a computer. Both approaches are quite safe with the former providing much better throughput in complex operatons.

ALL THAT (is) JAZZ

Sat, 03 Aug 2024 00:48:27 +0000

BACKGROUND

In my 75th year, I have now taken on the absolute pleasure, but also absolute responsibility, of an English Creme Golden Retriever as a life-long companion, sadly his or mine. This is my first dog companion since my childhood days when my family had a black cocker spaniel. That most endearing pet unexpectedly went to a farm one night when I was a 10 y/o. Now my semi-retired consultant lifestyle, with substantial time availability and reduced international travel, permits me to have such a companion again. His name is Jazz, and the following is his testimony presented in humanized context. To be clear, the following describes my PERSONAL total pleasure in having such a dog. If the following encourages you to do the same in bringing a dog into your life, then super!.

JAZZ'S Testimony

During my first 4 years, I was called Ivan. My birth place was Russia, and I lived there for a short time before being brought to the States. For the next 3 years I lived in my own shelter next to the gorgeous blue water and fine quartz beaches of Florida on the Gulf shore. With the temperature ranging from warm-to-hot year around, I was comfortable in my own shelter that was enclosed within a fence. Nearly every day a young attendant would take me to the beach, and I would swim and romp in the surf. On those days when there had been a storm the day & night before, there would often be some dead fish that had been swept onto the beach. It was such a pleasure to roll on my back against the fish to get rid of whatever was the reason for my itching. However, when I did so, the attendant would pinch her nose with her free hand and take me to a shed to wash me with this disgusting solution that smelled like the flowers. It was the same scent in the garden next to the house where I would often relieve myself when out of my shelter. The best part was when she would rub me down with a large fluffy towel to dry me. She would often hold me tight to her as she stoked my back endlessly. I was so comforted by her heartbeat. In turn, I would lick her hands until she returned me to my shelter.

Several times during those years, I would be taken to a cage to be with a female dog of the same color as myself. My interaction with this other dog was instinctive and fleeting, and I would soon be returned to my shelter to be alone again. Within 60 days or so, puppies would be forthcoming from that dog. Within another 30-40 days humans would take those puppies away, one by one. At first, I would bark loudly in protest, but to no avail. This whole situation happened several times each year during my stay there.

While I had, what I thought at that time, an enjoyable life in those years, I became increasingly desiring of human interaction. My attendant was kind to me, including a brushing nearly ever day. However, she was only with me for several hours on most days normally, and then I was by myself throughout the rest of the day and throughout the night until the next day. Occasionally, the attendant would open the door to my shelter, and I could freely explore the entire area in which there were a number of shelters in addition to a creek. However, my movements were still limited by a wire fence that encompassed the shelters, stream, and the house where an old man lived.

As to the old man, It became clear soon that he was having increasing difficulty going up and down the steps to the house which was placed on stilts 10 feet or so above the ground. The reason for the raised house became clear when I and the other dogs were taken into the house one day when the wind was horrendous and the water line eventually rose to flood the dog shelters. The situation was alarming at first, but then comforting for me to interact with the other dogs as well as the old man and several other humans in the house. Dogs and humans were all together for several days as the various shelters had to be cleaned and reconstructed. This experience enhanced my desire to have more interaction with humans other than just the limited time with the attendant nearly each day.

Then it happened. On a particularly warm day a human couple arrived. They were different from those who would visit and often leave with one of the puppies. This couple was clearly older, and they headed directly towards my cage passing by the cage where two of my sons were placed. While the boys barked excitedly, nearly climbing over the fence, the couple only stopped for a moment to pet them by reaching over the fence. My first thought was that, once again, I was to be ignored by the humans. I started to return to my dog house in great disappointment with my tail naturally tucked between my hind legs. But suddenly, the male human was at my shelter's door calling to me: "Ivan, here boy" I understood that phrase well, and returned to where the human was. Immediately, my tail was horizontal and wagging. The female human was soon next to the male and making unrecognizable sounds that were very soothing to me. The male opened the gate to my shelter, and both humans entered to pet me for some time. My tail was wagging excessively during their presence. Just as suddenly as they arrived, they left me closing the gate behind them. My tail tucked again between my hind legs, and I returned to my doghouse so very sad having been disappointed once again.

It was not very long until the attendant came to retrieve me to go to the old man's house. I was still very sad even though the attendant was petting me constantly. New to me, I noticed some drops rolling down the attendant's cheeks. Entering the house, I saw the couple again. They seemed very excited as they approached me. The male lowered to one knee to pet me as he attached a line to the collar around my neck for the first time in my life. He and the female began to leave the building gently pulling me to follow as we left the area. This time, it was my 2 boys that were barking as to my departure. I had no idea what was happening until I reached a car, and I was pulled into the back seat. I was really scared, and I tucked into a tight space with my head buried behind the back seat. Suddenly, I could feel a hand stroking my head in a very comforting way with the female turning back from the front seat to gain my attention. Nonetheless, I didn't move for a very long time. My legs were shivering uncontrollably as I did with the first time with the car's movement after a very long period in a cage on my way to my Florida home. I was totally confused then as to what was happening, and now I was again. It was the constant petting by the female that eventually permitted me to lay my head down on the seat. My fear was subsiding.

I was traveling in the car for a long time when suddenly it came to a stop. I was let out of the back seat to a grassy field with the line still attached and held by the man. There was no blue water or white quartz sand. BUT, there was a tree with several scents of other dogs. Instinctively, I knew what I needed to do to mark this spot as other dogs had done before me. The male brought me a bowl of water, and I slurped nearly all of it. Once I stopped, the female approached me, sat down next to me, and held my head gently between her two hands, again with unrecognizables but comforting sounds. I really like her scent. She then pulled me towards the open back door of the car. Being confused, I gratefully jumped in, again tucking in my head behind the front seat. It was really hot outside of the car, and the cooled air inside of the car was very welcoming to me.

The trip in the car continued for a long time. When the car came to a stop, the male opened the back door and gently tugged on the line to get me out. I was led into a long house that had no steps. I was immediately led through the house to a back yard that I soon realized was totally lined with a wooden fence much higher than me. The line was taken off and I was free to explore the area, which I did for some time. Again, there was no fine white sand, no blue water, and I was without an escape. Over the next several days I would spend most of the time in the house and be taken to the yard several times to relieve myself. During those times I would go along the fencing looking for a way to escape. While the two humans were very kind to me, my preceding life of being outside, even if in a shelter, established my need to be 'free' in this fenced-in yard. Over several days I had found 2 spaces that I thought I could dig out for my freedom. However, before I could dig enough to excape, the male saw the dirt on my upper paws and head and then placed heavy blocks to fill in the holes. I wasn't going anywhere.

Both humans would use the sound 'Jazz' to get my attention. I came to understand that Jazz was who I was to them. I soon began to learn what to do when I heard 'Jazz, come' ... or ... 'Jazz, sit' ... or ... 'Jazz, supper' ... or ... 'jazz, NO!' I never heard 'Ivan' again. Each day the male would take me for walks on the street where the house was along with many others. What I really like was when he and I would go down to a large grassy area along a river that was lined with a wall that unfortunately prevented me from jumping in. But, there was another area that had a large pond and many dogs. My line was taken off, and I had total freedom to frolic in the water and chase, and be chased, by other dogs. It was there that I learned to respond to "Jazz, come" so as I was rarely required to have a line attached in my walks from that point on. I really loved that freedom. The male would call me to his side to sit when a car was approaching.

Often at night, when he would take me for a walk around the other houses, he would sit down on the grass in one of the yards and call me to him. We would simply be there side-by-side for some time as he petted me. He seemed to be just looking at the stars in the sky. During those times when we would walk, I would often roll onto my back and wiggle radically to get a good scratching. The male would then approach me, with me laying still suddenly, and he would rub me down on all sides. To be honest here, I would fake the back-scratching thing often just to get this rubdown.

During my walks each day with the male, I would need to relieve myself both ways. When I made droppings, he would pick them up with a bag and always say "Good Boy". I never understood the reason for that comment, but he seemed satisfied with my necessity. I instinctively did not do that discharge in the house. The male understood my needs when I would go to the door and stood there. My favorite sound from him was when he would say "WALK!". I knew then that he and I would be out in the neighborhood, and I would have my freedom to explore with my nose to the ground. So Many Scents ... So Little time. Often on our walks I would see other humans and their dogs approaching. I would lay flat on the ground and wait until they were close. Then I would get up and rush towards them. Occasionally my human would call me back. Apparently, some dogs are not friendly towards other dogs, especially if they are on a line. Other than both myself and the other dog getting to sniff each other, I actually prefer cozying up to the humans. I have learned which humans, with their dogs at their side, will provide me a treat. To be clear here, I am ALL ABOUT treats.

Often when I am taken for a walk, whether near the house or in grassy areas, the male would say out loud "Squirrel!" as some small fury animal ran to a tree and then up it to a branch. I still don't understand his apparent excitement in seeing this animal; I could care less. When one of the humans is talking with others, s/he would use the word "rug" and point towards me. The humans would laugh at that.

Occasionally, the male would be gone from the house for several days. During that time I would be taken to a building with many shelters occupied by other dogs. When there I was always well treated including swimming in the pool during the daytime. Actually, there was this one small pool that was just big enough for one dog .... and IT WAS MINE during much of the stay. Even though there were female dogs in the group, I had none of the instinctive feelings of being with them as I had when at the old man's home. Something had changed with me after I left that small office were I was stuck with a needle and was sore near my belly for several days later.

I NOW have the human attention I desire. I am truly loved. Each day I am close to my humans often with my head resting on them. This is a good thing. NO! This is a GREAT thing.

No Problem, I can handle this.

Fri, 17 Feb 2023 01:11:47 +0000

Chad is a well-accomplished 36 y/o architect with his own practice that designs houses in the 30-50 000s sq. ft. range. He is well established in the Seattle market for designing homes that seem to melt into the dense pinewoods. He prides himself on the ability to design homes that surrender to the characteristics of the land, e.g., hillside, stream, etc. These $multimillion structures are each one of a kind; There is little conformity to his house layouts. For example, the kitchen may be on the top floor next to the dining room to enjoy the view over the treetops. Similarly, the master bedroom may be on the bottom floor with access to the pool and terrace for a late night romp (as his wife, Barb, likes to say). Very often there are multiple angles in the structure to hug the hillside. However, whereas he has been able to creatively meet the challenges of nature's terrain in his designs, he has been humbled by one of nature's smallest mammals, the squirrel.

Chad had designed their new house to be constructed on Bainbridge Island, West of Seattle. Accordingly, he incorporated many unique features into its design given the rugged characteristics of the property. For example, the garage was not attached directly to the house, but instead above it with a covered pathway to the house. The steepness of the hill on the North side provided for the cantilevering of the living room over the forest and stream below with a thick glass floor with a spattering of small oriental rugs. The living room was accented by a wooden walkway outside of the glass walls and sliding doors.

Chad's humbling began a month after he and Barb moved into the new house. Barb stated that she desired a bird house/feeder (BHF) just outside of the living room on the walkway. "Not a problem, I can handle this." were the infamous words that he be repeated several times with decreasing confidence over the next several months. Being raised in the city, Chad had little experience with squirrels other than their playfulness at the parks. Therefore, he knew little of their perseverance to surmount obstacles in the search of food. Hence, he didn't know to include the squirrel's capabilities in his first design. He would soon have to come to terms with the challenges with which he was confronted.

Chad is a decent amateur carpenter with a full set of tools in the workshop attached to the garage, including a table saw, a radial arm saw, a router table, planer, and various hand tools. In the early years of his marriage to Barb, he had built a number of furniture pieces to fill their apartment as he completed his architectural studies. In the last 5 years, the combination of substantial income with so little personal time, provided him neither the time nor interest to build his own furniture. However, he thought the BHF would be a joyful experience to blend his carpentry and architectural skills. So! He started with several drawings, each of which he would pass by Barb for her approval. The first was that of a log cabin type structure based upon a picture he had found on the internet. Barb found that to be inappropriate given the uniqueness of their house. Chad reluctantly agreed. The next design was more complex as to angles, again as he had found on the internet, but with the addition of a landings around it on which birds could feed. Barb liked it, and Chad had to next design the means to hang the structure from the deck, while providing access to replenish with bird seed. That is when the challenges really began.

At first he simply attached a pole to the roof from which the BHF was suspended; the squirrels discovered that quicker than the birds did. He then went to the Internet to seek solutions. He found baffles that could be placed on the lanyard holding the BHF just above it. The baffle was delivered in 2 days, and he attached it that evening. However, given the width of his creation, he soon observed that the squirrels simply jumped onto the baffle and slid down to hand on the BHF's lowest level. So! He ordered a second baffle to be placed above the first. In 2 days it arrived, and then attached. To his amazement, it only took several attempts by the squirrel(s) to jump on the first, slide down to the second baffle, and then on again to the lowest level of the BHF. Clearly, he needed to use more creativity, more engineering in designing a squirrel-proof BHF. When he explained to Barb what was happening, he ended with "No problem, I can handle this."

Perhaps it was the bourbon that evening after dinner, but he thought of the 'SLINKY' toy (a flexible helical spring) he had as a child, and he had an idea. He did some research as to the average weight of grey squirrels common to Seattle. He found that they could range from 1/2 pound to well over 10 pounds. Hence, he ordered several different silky-type coils that he found on the Internet as deterrents to squirrels for evading BHFs. Once received, he attached the one that stretched the most with the least weight attached. He then removed the 2 useless baffles and hung the BHF from the coil attached to the overhang support arm. His thought was that when the squirrel used the coil to reach the BHF, that the coil (with its inherent elasticity) would then extend quickly followed by iterations of retracting and extending thereby alarming the squirrel that would then jump to the deck. He also set up a motion-activated camera to his siding to record what may occur. Every evening, bourbon in hand, he would review any movies that were captured from the day before. For a week, his design was working, and he shared the comical videos with Barb. And then it happened. Chad was enjoying his second bourbon for the evening and remembered to check his video for the day before. After so many successful days, Barb was no longer interested in Chad's BHF pursuits. Suddenly, she heard him yell out "DARN IT!" She ran to his office where he was reviewing the video of the previous 24 hours. When she entered the office Chad stated "I can't believe it. The squirrels teamed up and hit the coil at the same time with enough weight for it to extend, but without any significant recoil given their total weight. Hence, they just hung on and then down to the BHF." Her response was immediate and compassionate "I am so sorry Darling." His response was as expected, "Not a problem, I can handle this."

The next morning Chad was off to the next challenge. He thought of a disc platform that could spin when the squirrel landed on it. This disc would be on a cam pivot point to accelerate the tangential, kinetic spiral energy that would not permit the squirrel to hang onto a frictionless surface. His concept required a means to 'reload' the kinetic energy for the next squirrel attempt. Within several minutes, he conceived the solution, i.e., there would be a rather weak spring under the spiraling baffle, that would not greatly restrict the spiraling, but sufficient to return the disc to its 'primed' position. (copyright@2022 Ron Lindsey).

Again, the new design was working well, that is until the 'Poncho and Cisco' duo showed up. At first, the two would jump nearly at the same time, which only enhanced the tangential energy of their departure from the disc. Apparently, 'Poncho' (distinguished by his sparse tail) became increasingly weary of the disc, and he would hold back just a moment for the disc to reach its spinning limit, hence providing him no tangential energy. That hesitation proved to be a successful tactic for him that the two would then continue taking turns over the next several days as to which squirrel jumped first permitting only the other to reap the harvest of the BHF.

Chad was totally frustrated with his inability to standup to the perseverance of the squirrels. At dinner that night, he was to say to Barb for the last time "No Problem, I can handle this." Barb reached across the dinner table to take his hands in hers and simply said "Of course Darling." Nothing more was said. The next morning, Chad awaken early and went to his workshop with a container of fresh coffee and several cinnamon rolls his wife had made the night before. He did not reappear until dinner. In his hand he held an elongated sheet of Scotch-taped papers that he spread across the table. "My goodness Chad, what is this?" as she viewed the document left to right. With pride, he said boldly "Love, this is not only the FINAL solution as to dealing with the Bird Feeder/House, BUT also a new business for us." What you see here is a Modularized Squirrel Challenge System. Having been a student of Roman Architecture, as well the history of Julius Caesar, he stated simply "What I have displayed on this elongated document is a "Divide and Conquer" solution as reportedly originated by Julius Caesar. The name that I am giving this system is 'NUTS'. (copyright@2022 Ron Lindsey). "I am still confused my Husband" as she continued to pour Bourbon into his glass of ice. "Barb!, this is sensational. I have started the design of a set of modular squirrel physical deterrents that can be attached in seemingly endless ways for squirrels to take on to reach the endpoint of the BHP. The elongated document in front of you shows only a few of the ingenious ways squirrels will have to work their way through to reach the BHP. For example, there are several tubes, spirals, and false doors that a squirrel will have to conquer. Because each challenge is modular, the owner can change the configuration to continuously test the squirrel as to 'relearning' the path to the BHP. This approach provides a win/win/win for humans/squirrels/and birds alike as significant amount of time is spent by the squirrels in reaching their goals." He paused to let her absorb the avalanche of information he just provided. "This is going to be a new, and additional business for us that I want to pursue. In case you are wondering about my architecture, that will always be first. Are you with me on this Barb?" "Of course my Husband. As you say 'No problem. WE can handle this.'".

CATALYST

Thu, 29 Dec 2022 01:54:15 +0000

The following is a story about the relationship between a young man and a particular octopus. It is based upon actual evidence of the capabilities of octopi to both reside on land for up to 20 minutes as well as to interact with humans.

Joshua was anxious to get to the beach when he woke up early on Saturday morning. He had just graduated from high school and had just been developing interest as to his future. What he did know was that the ocean condition was forecasted to be excellent for board-surfing for at least the morning. The graduation party the night before had once again been an uncomfortable event for him. Amanda was there, but he had yet to develop the confidence in himself to approach her. He did not know how to compete for her attention compared to his ‘cool’ friends. Discouraged with himself, he left the party early looking forward to the next morning on the waves.

As was his routine for such outings to the beach, he prepared his lunch of a baguette with layers of fromage & jambon, as he would describe to others if asked. In the last several years, he has fancied himself as a Francophile, given his family’s extensive travels along the French Rivera; Hence, his description of a ham and cheese sandwich. Unlike the French, however, he did not butter the inside of the baguette. This foreign influence is due to he and his parents going to the Rivera each summer ever since he was 10. But that time was not spent board-surfing since the Mediterranean rarely provides the necessary waves to do so. Instead the family’s time on the Rivera was spent either bareboating out of Cap-d’Ail or relaxing on the secluded Plage Mala. However, as enjoyable as sailing is for him, board-surfing remains his favorite water activity given the 'oneness’ he feels with the board and the waves.

Joshua is accepted by his few friends to be an individual with singular activities and not a team player. Having no siblings, he often pursues those activities that are not typically of interest to others, but satisfy his somewhat unique interests as a teenager. These pursuits include his studies of marine life, French cooking, and the study of constellations leaving board-surfing as his only interaction with his friends.

Joshua parked his Jeep on the side of the road that was separated from the beach by dunes. He untied his board from the top of the jeep and carried it and his backpack carefully across the dunes in that he rarely wore shoes when going to the beach. Once at the beach, he dropped the backpack on the beach, fitted into his wetsuit, and headed directly for the water. Indeed, the surf was up and quite manageable for his considerable skills. Within several minutes, he was far enough away from shore to permit a suitable ride once he selected an appropriate wave. Straddling his board for several minutes, he selected a wave 50 meters further out that he would ride. As the wave approached, he laid face down on the board and stroked the water aggressively to ‘catch’ the wave. He stood nearly upright with his arms stretched out to his sides to maintain his balance as he instinctively moved forward and backward on the board to maintain his acceleration on the wave. By using his feet, he could angle the board on the wave to ride it to a point where he would jump off and grab the board before reaching shore. He did not use a lanyard to link the board to his ankle. To do so was not acceptable amongst his crowd.

After 6 rides, Joshua was in the need for nourishment; the baguette was beckoning him. As he approached his backpack on the beach, he noticed an unusual object mounting his baguette that was protruding from the opening. Continuing, he soon realized that the object was in fact an octopus. Joshua had read that octopi could actually come to shore for up to 20 minutes or so. And, indeed, this was the case. He remembered several additional points. First, scientists had recently determined that octopi can ‘hear’ in a limited frequency range. Second, they are quite intelligent as one of the most highly evolved invertebrates. Lastly, he had seen a video on YouTube (//www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_a_WHIGFXQ) regarding a diver that had indeed achieved a level of communication, a level of a relationship, with an octopus. With that knowledge, he gently separated the octopus from the sandwich. Purposely, he looked directly into the creature’s eyes just below the bulbous portion of its body and made several low frequency noises. Joshua did not have any expectation of what those actions would mean to him for some time.

Craving his baguette, as well as getting back to the waves, Joshua walked to the shoreline to release the octopus into the water. Was it his imagination, or indeed did the octopus begin to move away and then turn back for a moment to look directly at him … and did it just change its color to brown? Joshua shook off those thoughts and returned to the sandwich, which he devoured within minutes. He gave no further thought to the octopus. He returned to the water with his board and surfed for another 2 hours. He became exhausted by the amount of stroking to move the board out into the surf after numerous rides. His parents were starting to press him for addressing his college pursuits. So on his drive home, he started to think about the submission he would have to make with the application to be accepted into marine biology at University of Miami.

Sunday was predicted to have compelling waves, and again he was up early to head to the beach, baguette avec jambon & fromage in his backpack. His parents did not require him to attend church on ‘surfing’ days. It was their opinion that to do otherwise would only lead him away from the church at this point in his life. They were right. Getting to the beach about 8:30 he dropped his backpack at nearly the same point as yesterday. The surf was more challenging this time, but still well within his skill level. He took several bites of the baguette, placed it next to the backpack, and headed directly into the waves once he had fitted into his wetsuit. This time, it was not necessary to wait for any waves. Upon reaching his desired starting point, he was on his board to catch the next wave. For the next 2 hours he made ride after ride without any resting in between. Finally, he decided to go on shore to finish the baguette and the water he had brought. To his amazement upon exiting the water, he saw an object on top of his sandwich. Again, it was an octopus that seemed to be the same size as the previous day. As he approached the creature, it moved to the sand and turned to look directly at him with its tentacles evenly spread around its backside as if it was sunbathing. It remained motionless and did not try to escape. Joshua hesitated for a moment to pick up the octopus again. As he reached down to do so, the color of the octopus changed to a brown which was a bit darker than the sand. Once in his hand, Joshua could sense that the skin of the octopus changed from fairly rough to rather smooth. This time he could not ignore the interaction with the octopus and decided that he would do some research on the Internet when he got home. He would find that octopi do in fact have such transition capabilities. The seed was planted as to the composition he was required to submit with his application to attend the university. He released the creature into the water and returned to get his board. Again, the octopus turned to face him as it laid in the shallow water until a receding wave pulled it back into deeper water. Clearly, the octopus was not afraid of him .... and perhaps, Yes! perhaps, it even desired to remain in his presence. As the octopus disappeared into the surf, Joshua said to himself "See you soon 'Huit'!" (Huit is the French word for 8, pronounced 'wheat'.)

On Monday, the weather was particularly nasty with a strong Northeaster including driving rain which was not inconvenient for what he had to do that day. Although anxious to get back to the beach to explore his initial thoughts for writing his composition he had another pressing responsibility. His parents made it clear that he needed to find a job for the summer to support his personal expenses when he attended university. The parents were well-off, but their Protestant ethics were clear as to handling responsibility to one’s capabilities. So, on Monday he conservatively dressed, i.e., no jeans and must wear socks, and headed out to submit job applications. His priority of when to work during the day had changed. He decided he would apply for late afternoon and evening positions so as he could continue his morning visits to the beach both for surfing and investigating (e.g., snorkeling) the ocean environment to support the writing of his composition for his application submission. For the latter, he would need to buy a waterproof camera. He knew better then to approach his parents to pay for the camera. This expenditure was his responsibility just as the insurance and gas for the used Jeep that they had purchased for him as a graduation present. He fully appreciated the financial responsibility that his parents expected of him.

It was only the second merchant that he approached that offered him a position, on the spot no less, which was perfect for his time requirements. Tony’s Pizza Parlor was short on filling two positions for the intense summer market. The first position was a pizza maker, and the other was a delivery driver. Both were required for the prime shift from 2-10 PM. Joshua was clear that he was available for any mixture of week and weekend days. Tony and he shook hands, and Joshua would start on Friday to first be trained as a ‘chef’. Tony was straightforward. “Joshua, if that doesn’t work out immediately, then the driver position is available to you. Upon leaving the pizza parlor, Joshua headed to the camera store in the complex to find a waterproof camera. The camera he selected had to be ordered which was fine for him since he didn’t yet have the cash. Given that he now had a job, his parents would provide him a loan if the camera arrived before his first paycheck. That evening, Joshua was researching for information regarding how to write a scientific study, not yet knowing the actual subject other than dealing with marine life. His initial feeling was that his experience with Huit could be the primary subject. But, that had to be determined with more visits, if possible, with the octopus.

Tuesday was promising to be a decent day at the beach for relaxing, but not for board-surfing. The wind was predicted to be mild with no waves. There was no hurry to get to the beach at that point. Instead of the surfboard, Joshua grabbed his mask, fins, and tankless diving equipment that was excellent for exploring relatively shallow water submerged. The beach at which he had seen Huit was rich in marine life, but no coral. It was the former in which he was most interested for writing a composition.

He arrived at the beach just after 10 in the morning. It would take him 20 minutes to fit into his wet suit and set up his diving apparatus before heading into the water. He knew that he would need to go out at least 30 feet before the water would be at least somewhat clear given the weather disturbance the day before. Once sufficiently offshore, he swam to the bottom to move forward searching for what he could find. In about 5 minutes, as he turned to his right and then left at a depth of 10 feet, he suddenly noticed an octopus at his side. He stopped and came to a vertical position as the octopus moved around him and then in front of his mask. In the restricted light available, he noticed that the octopus was both the size and color of Huit the day before. Surely, THIS was Huit! Joshua held out his right arm and the octopus attached itself to it gently with 2 of its tentacles. The octopus then let go of his arm and attached itself to Joshua's facemask for a moment before again moving directly in front of him, as to say: "This is me." Joshua then opened both hands in front of him, and the octopus moved to rest his body directly on the hands. Joshua was sold. Huit would be the primary subject of his composition if the relationship continued.

For the next 30 minutes he moved through the water randomly with Huit moving in parallel. For the next 20 minutes or so, Joshua made several particular motions with his hands with each associated with a particular touch of the octopus or a movement in a certain direction. Within several iterations of each motion, it was clear that Huit understood and responded accordingly. At one point Joshua reached out and gently held the creature close to his facemask so that they were eye-to-eye. Amazingly, Huit let out a squirt of ink away from Joshua. He let go of the octopus and gestured with his hands to indicate a certain direction. Huit swam away slightly and then remained stationary. Once again Joshua stretched out his hands and Huit came and rested on them. Again, Joshua brought him eye-to-eye resulting in another squirt of ink. He knew then that the composition was going to be about this relationship with Huit that he hoped to develop further with 3 to 4 visits per week over the next 3 weeks.

It was time to leave in that his tankless breathing system would be out of energy soon; He had not fully charged it the night before. He headed towards shore, but soon lost sight of Huit in the murky water. Once on the beach, he removed his wetsuit and sat down to eat most of his baquette leaving some near the shoreline should Huit have followed him. That evening he did further research on the intelligence of octopi, which it turned out to be significant. He became aware of a number of experiments that had been made regarding the ability of octopi to recognize objects. Given his experiences that morning with Huit, he started to develop his approach for his composition. That is, once he had his underwater camera, he would document Huit's responses to his motions. However, he realized that he was missing one component. It would be most effective to have an assistant to handle the camera to free him to interact with Huit most effectively. He had no immediate solution for that requirement.

On Wednesday Joshua spent the morning reading about the procedure and structure for scientific studies. In the afternoon and the early evening after dinner, he developed his procedure for moving forward based upon what he had read. On Thursday, he called the camera store and was told that his camera would be available in the afternoon. Yet without the cash, he approached his Dad for a loan explaining what he was doing. His father was amazed at what his son had done, and gave him the cash to proceed as a gift. Later that afternoon, Joshua purchased the camera and spent that evening reading the manual on how it was best used.

On Friday, Joshua was at the beach by 11 and proceeded with setting up for his dive. With the camera mounted on his left side, Joshua entered the water that had cleared significantly from that on Tuesday. He was only in 10 feet of water when he was spotted by Huit that came directly in front of Joshua's mask and paused. Joshua righted himself and held out his right arm for Huit to rest on. With his left hand he brought up the camera to focus on Huit and take several pictures. He then changed the camera to video mode. He withdrew his right hand and extended it to his right side. Huit responded accordingly by resettling once the arm was outstretched. With the camera now capturing Huit's motions, Joshua made several other movements with Huit consistently responding as he expected.

He suddenly remembered that he was to work that afternoon, and he left Huit by placing him on the ocean floor and swimming ashore. Huit did not follow. He was back to his house in less than an hour and prepared to go to work. Without thinking, he left his camera in the Jeep. Upon reporting to Tony's Pizza Parlor at 2, he was welcomed and put to work immediately in the kitchen to be trained on tossing pizzas and the various options that were available on the menu. By 10 PM he was exhausted but showed no indication of that to his coworkers. Tony was immediately impressed with his capabilities and told him that he was good to continue as a 'chef'. Prior to leaving the restaurant, Tony asked him to make a late delivery of 4 pizzas to a party that had just ordered. "No problem Boss. Thank you so much for this opportunity for the summer." At 10:15, Joshua was out the door with 4 pizzas to be delivered to 35 Ocean View Drive. He knew the approximately of the address and that it was a very exclusive, gated community. He did not recognize the name on the order. Upon being permitted entrance by the guard at the gate and reaching the designated house, he carried the pizzas to the front door and rang the door bell. To his great surprise, Amanda came to the door. He was totally taken by surprise, not only to see this young lady that he privately lusted over, but also by her recognition of him. "Hi Joshua. It is nice to see you." He gave her the tab, and she paid it with a handsome tip. He thanked her and started to walk back to his Jeep. She then commented: "Joshua, it so late to be working. Are you finished for the night?" He turned back to face her, and shyly said "Yes". She continued, "Joshua, we are having a pizza party, dahhhhh!, and several people have already left. Would you like to join us? I really think pizza should be eaten when it is first served and not as left overs the next day." "Aahhhhh, well ... OK, I haven't eaten since noon." She laughed kindly and said "Come in my fellow graduate and meet my friends, some of which you may know," He knew none of the 3 girls personally. Apparently, the 3 guys that were there had left earlier to shoot pool. This was not the crowd with whom he was associated at school.

Being new to the party, he received a number of questions, e.g., Where you in my advanced English class? Did you date Karen Bliss? Don't you have an older sister? Did I see you at the WWII Veterans' charity event?, etc. All of this discussion was embarrassing him as to his lack of involvement with the topics about which he was being asked. He decided that he needed to leave this crowd even though he desired to make some headway with Amanda. He stood and said to Amanda: "Thank you for inviting me in, but I have a long day at the beach tomorrow. I have much to do in the next 3 weeks to prepare my application for the University of Miami." Amanda sensed his lack of comfort with her friends and engaged him directly. "Joshua, I also plan to attend the university. I am curious as to which discipline you are pursuing." Her sudden interest seemed genuine to him, and he briefly explained about his interaction with Huit and his intent to take up Marine biology. Amanda expressed great interest while the other girls quickly went into other discussions about some of the jocks at the school. Now he and Amanda were talking face-to-face as he presented more details, including the need for an assistant to film his activities with Huit. Hearing that, Amanda came over to the sofa on which he was sitting, ignoring the other young ladies, and sat next to him. She quickly stated with that she would be thrilled to assist him. Joshua responded enthusiastically. "WOW! That would be great!."

The two continued to talk about Joshua's plan for performing this study with its focus on Huit. Suddenly, Joshua stood and said that he would be right back. He went to his Jeep and brought back the camera to show the pictures and videos he had taken that morning. She actually giggled as she viewed the pictures and videos. Amanda paused for a moment and then suggested that she could manage the visual documentation including formatting the portfolio to integrate with the study's script. "After all, Graphic Arts is to be my field of study at the university, and this activity could benefit my studies as well." Trying to be cool, Joshua stated slowly "Hmmmm, that could work well for both of us then. Can you dive with a tankless apparatus?" "Absoultely" punching him lightly on his right arm, as if she had been insulted. "Did you not know that I was on the swim team? (He did. He had seen her several times at the school's pool. WOW!) "And, I have been diving with my family since I was 10. I actually have my own tankless equipment, Thank You. (stated with faux sarcasm)" "Super! Amanda. We are a team. I will pick you up at 9 tomorrow morning." It was now after midnight, and the 3 girls had already departed on their own. Amanda walked him to the door. As he was exiting, she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "I am very excited, my fellow graduate, to do this study with you." Joshua knew not how to respond, and turned to go to his car. "Goodnight Amanda." He would think about that kiss on the cheek and his lack of a 'cool' response until he fell asleep.

The next 3 weeks were very rewarding for Joshua, as well as very challenging. He and Amanda spent many hours together, both in the water with Huit as well as at a coffee shop to work on the composition prior to going to work. He was fascinated with her skills as to visual perspectives as well as with her assistance in the structuring of his observations of Huit with him.

It was their last trip to the beach to document Huit that their relationship was to change formally. As she concluded the filming of Joshua's interaction with Huit, she swam over to Joshua lowering the camera to her side via the attached lanyard. Instinctively, Huit moved to the side as she approached Joshua to be mask-to-mask. She gave him the gesture for both of them to go towards shore. Once, they were at a point that they could stand, she lightly grabbed his left arm and pulled him into her. She raised the mask from her face, and he did likewise not knowing what was her intent. She then brought her hands up to embrace his face and said quite plainly "Joshua, I am falling in love with you." She then kiss him. He was stunned and said nothing. "So there Joshua! What are you going to do now?" The reality was now replacing his fantasy and he decided to take a bold step for himself. "Amanda, I have been so attracted to you from afar since 11th grade." "Amazing" she returned "So have I been attracted to you." They both laughed and walked hand-in-hand to the beach, having first taken off their fins.

Once on shore, they gathered all of their equipment and sat down next to each other looking out across the water. They had a lot to discuss as to their individual interests and to explore that which they had missed about the other during the last 2 years of high school. This was love in the making.

With both of them having been accepted and attending the University of Miami, they became both a couple and a 'team' in various marine biology studies. Each college-break they would return to the same beach and seek out Huit, the catalyst for their relationship. When found, the creature would now approach each of them face-to-face, and swim parallel to them. It was in the second Winter break that Joshua and Amanda went to the beach for their swim, and Huit was not to be found ... and never would be again.

PARADOXES

Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:38:19 +0000

Below I am providing a list of quotations by Oscar Wilde. I am doing this as a buffer in time until my wit comes back to me having been stripped of much creativity lately given several recent personal and professional activities.

The quotations provided have an often common, but unique mechanism in that they normally are paradoxes (a paradox is a statement or group of sentences that contradict what we know while delivering an inherent truth). Unlike many quotations that are clever and poignant regarding a particular issue or time, Wilde's paradoxes speak to human nature that makes one think.

Oscar Wilde was an extraordinary writer, thinker, and overall character. In my way of thinking, his life was a paradox given the mores of the time and his contradictory lifestyle of being a homosexual while being married with two sons. While he is most well known for his novels, e.g., The Picture of Dorian Grey and The Trouble of Being Ernest), I expect little is known by many of his ongoing outpouring of quotations (6,021 by one count). Most of the quotations speak well of his mental acuity in understanding human nature in a thruthfull, but back-handed way by stating paradoxes.

As a side note, Oscar Wilde was buried in the Pére Lachaise cemetery in Paris with an extraordinary tombstone. When I visited his gravesite 15 years ago, it was covered with lip impressions left by passionate followers. The tomb has now been fenced in.

Now, onto a sampling of Wilde's quotations

“Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.”

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

“To define is to limit.”

“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.”

“A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.”

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.”

“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

“There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”

“Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.”

“Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.”
“When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.”

“Anybody can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend's success.”

“A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.”

“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.”

“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”

“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

The following is my personal, professional truism.

"The more complex the problem, the simpier it is to solve by making assumptions about the irrelevant variables."

Her Way Out

Fri, 04 Nov 2022 01:28:34 +0000

Alicia paints her lips everyday now. She has made her decision to leave and wants everyone to remember how lovely she could be. The other residents know a brusquer, impatient woman who is short-tempered and complains constantly about the bland kosher food served in the enormous dining room as well as the lack of privacy in the room she must share.

She is 95, a New York bred, political liberal with a still-sharper intellect and an even sharper tongue. She reads the newspaper every day and longs for a fiery conversation with a worthy opponent. At the home for the aging, where she has lived for 4 years, there are many activities to keep the residents busy. But Celia is finished with clubs and classes, and therefore is making her own plans.

Gardening is her passion. In college she had been a botany major and can reel off lists of plants and trees and flowers, including their communities that they belong to, their origins, and their relationships to one another. It is as if all are members of an illustrious family tree. Gardening is the tonic that lathers her soul and coaxes her out of bed to breathe life into another day.

There is a soft side of Alicia. She can turn a brown, dusty square of dirt into a lush bed of delicate petals that lift their heads toward the sun and wave languidly in the valley breezes. She leaves them now, strewn around the grounds, like pieces of herself.

The narrow window box hangs outside the small East-facing window of her shared room. Pink, bell-shaped flowers hang from thick green stalks that have grown tall and sturdy. Alicia cares for them as if they were delicate birds that must be fed and nurtured. She cuts them back in late June before the stifling heat and unmerciful winds strip away the foxglove’s lush beauty and leave it dry and parched.

Tonight, Alicia carefully paints her lips, then slowly and deliberately bites the leaves she has cut from the foxglove. She knows it by its Latin name, digitalis purpurea, and she knows too its enormous power to carry her away.

The window box hangs empty now.

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Written by Julie Feldman, an accomplished artist, now author. Check out juliefeldmanstudio@gmail.com

Long Live Fluffy

Sat, 03 Sep 2022 00:50:00 +0000

The Martins and the Howes are neighbors in a posh NW section of Wilmington, De., not far from the Bidens. Both the wives and husbands are retired executives of Dupont, and both husbands, as restless as they are, have started their individual consultancies. As such, each has the occasional trip out of town to handle brief assignments in various parts of the U.S. Most often with these short engagements, the respective wife would travel with her husband for a mini-vacation. Whenever this was the case, the other husband would provide care for the traveling family's pet. For the Martins, the pet was a white rabbit appropriately named 'Fluffy'. The Howes owned a Golden Retriever named 'Harold'.

During the non-winter months, both pets were housed in elaborate cages in the backyard. Additionally, the Martins' backyard had a wired border that permitted Fluffy to explore the yard without fear of him escaping. However, Harold had full coverage of both yards with his ability to jump the fence between the two yards. Each pet was friendly with, but somewhat indifferent to, the other.

On the first Monday in July, Bob Martin and his wife Barb left for a trip to Denver for a 4-day consulting assignment. They would be returning on Saturday. As such, Bob had informed Ted Howe Sunday night before the trip of their departure so as George could handle the care of Fluffy until Saturday. The care required providing food and water to the rabbit as well as daily access by the rabbit to the Martin's fenced-in back yard.

Early on Monday morning, Bob woke and quickly dressed. While his wife did her morning ritual of dressing and makeup, Bob went to the backyard to attend to Fluffy's needs for the day. He approached Fluffy's cage and lifted the cover over the door to provide food and water. To his great dismay, the 12 y/o rabbit had passed during the night. Given the urgency of getting to the Phily airport for the trip, he closed the cover with the intention of properly burying Fluffy upon his return on Saturday. He decided to not tell Barb of Fluffy's death until their return so as to not spoil the trip unnecessarily.

In the early Monday afternoon, Ted received an unexpected call to go to Charleston. Expecting that he would be back Tuesday evening, his wife decided to not go with him on this trip. She would stay home to take care of Howard. She was not involved with the care of Fluffy. Ted knew that there would not be an issue with Fluffy's care during the short time he was to be gone, and that Bob would have provided for the rabbit before he left on his trip. However, it turned out that Ted could not return until late afternoon on Wednesday. Once home, he went directly to Fluffy's cage to provide the rabbit with food and water. Upon lifting the cover to the cage's door, he was surprised to see Fluffy asleep on his back. Fluffy had never done that before. He petted the rabbit on his stomach but then realized the rabbit had in fact past on. His first thought was that he had failed the rabbit by returning a day later. While first feeling sorrow that he had failed the Martins, his second thought was "Hmmmm, don't all white rabbits look alike?" After all, he was a successfull executive, now consultant, that successfully addressed major challenges during his professional life. The solution here was quite simple. He lowered the cover and went to the house to change into some comfort clothes before heading out on an errand without providing any details to his wife.

He spent several hours visiting various pet stores in the area. Finally in South Phily, he found what he thought was an excellent replacement for Fluffy. He made the purchase and returned home. Before he went into his house, he went to the rabbit cage. He first removed Fluffy and placed the rabbit he had purchased in the cage. He then buried Fluffy in his backyard covering with several stones to prevent Harold from digging up the rabbit. It was now cocktail time, and he wanted to slip into several dry martinis. Until the Martins returned he would provide the PROPER care for the 'new' fluffy.

Early Saturday evening, the Martins returned from their trip. The business trip had been very successful for Bob, and he suggested that the two of them enjoy a bottle of Veuve Clicquot on the patio before they had dinner at the Eclipse Bistro in Wilmington. Bob was working up to tell Barb about Fluffy's passing. Having finished the bottle, Bob said he would call Eclipse for reservations. Suddenly, Barb sat up from her Chaise Lounge and blurted. "Oh my gosh!, I forgot about Fluffy. He needs to get out and run a bit." She was up in an instance and headed for the cage. Bob, startled, said "Wait Barb, we need to talk." But it was too late. She had lifted the cover and opened the door. The rabbit immediately jumped to the ground. Bob uncontrollably blurted out "He's Alive! Fluffy's Alive!" Barb turned to face Bob as he was approaching the cage, and the rabbit began scurring around the yard. "Of course he is alive Silly." Barb said calmly.

Years later, Bob would dicusss at cocktail parties how long his rabbit had lived beyond its normal expected life span. He would continue to explain how he purchased only the best rabbit feed and gave the rabbit extensive freedom in the back yard. "Those were the tricks for his long life." Ted never confessed.

Ketchup or Mustard?

Sat, 03 Sep 2022 00:43:14 +0000

Until COVID I was traveling extensively for business and pleasure, both domestically and internationally. Hence, being a considerable wine consumer, and traveling most often by myself, I would be frequenting bars across the globe on a regular basis. As is to be expected, I would often be seating next to an individual that was as well on his/her own. My general nature is to converse with all types. I was unable to talk sports given that I have little knowledge of sports team, and even less of their players and record. I am really not interested in asking men the typical questions:, e.g., business or pleasure?, come here frequently?, how many kids?, etc. As to women, there was even less selection to chose from without appearing to be attempting to pick them up. What I did learn over the years, as well as being in sales of my consulting services, was that people are rarely given the opportunity to talk about themselves in more serious ways. That is quite general, I agree, but I provide some examples below once I address what I discovered to be an excellent Ice-Breaker to engage the other individual in a comfortable, if not pure fun, fashion.

Looking back, what I am about to explain seemed to be more successful in having an enjoyable conversation with women than it was with men. Anyhow, as President Biden would say, 'Here's the deal.' Once seated, and after a good portion of my first glass of wine, I would turn to the individual to introduce my self. If the individual responded in a friendly way as to her/his first name, then I would say of course: "Nice to meet you.", and would return to my wine. Shortly thereafter, I would turn to say "Interestingly, I have three ways, silly granted, to place people that I meet." Again, I would return to my drink expecting the following from the individual: "Really, what are those ways?"

I would then respond: "Over so many conversations at bars as this one, I have found people are 1. either cat or dog lovers, 2. ketchup or mustard, and 3. positive or negative." Again back to the wine. INEVITABLY, the individual (again, more likely a woman than a man) will say something like: "Really, how do you see me?" The (harmless) game is ON. I always start with 'positive' in that most people think of themselves as such. Next, if a woman I would say 'Cat', or 'Dog' if a man. This statisically is the safe bet. Lastly, I go with 'Ketchup' in that it is more universal in the U.S. In France I go with 'Dijon mustard' specifically. My response is TOTALLY superficial as to any 'pure insight' into the individual, but the meaningful conversation begins from there with perhaps a few nuances such as Heinz ketchup is the best. If the individual states no difference in any of the selections, then they are praised. MOst often, I am asked to share my choices: positive, dog, ketchup.

If the above has gone well, and each of us has the other's attention. I will often address other issues that I might percieve in our discussion to that point. For example, I might ask "What is a most serious fear of yours? ... or ... What major challenges are you facing now?" The point here is that the individual, including myself, are never asked such questions by others that have no personal involvement. Hence, one can be open if they so wish. In several cases, when I deemed it appropriate, I would ask: "Are you suicidal?' That question has led to some amazing openness with a few individuals. At which point I will probably order another round for both of us. Rarely, does the conversation so continue from there as to my questioning.

I hope my discussion is not perceived by the reader as manipulative, but rather as engaging another individual to the extent s/he is willing. I make no judgements (normally), but simply accept what the individual has to share with me. I did have one situation where the individual was a racist pig, to say the least, and I broke off the conversation politely. Since I have traveled little in the past 2 years, I have not been confronted with Tr**pers that are just totally f**ked-up. There is no conversation with those ignorant types that I want to explore, and visa versa I'm sure. To paraphrase Jack Nicholson in a Few Good Men, they 'can't handle the truth'.

80 /20

Fri, 09 Sep 2022 01:12:15 +0000

Throughout most of my 5 decades of employment I have had phenomenal opportunities to take on complex assignments that had never been successfully handled before me. AND, I have never failed. Each of these successes had a common factor that was critical in my successes. That factor will be described at the end of this posting. The following is a list of the more complex challenges I have had:

1. Distribution of asset value to claimants in the largest bankruptcy to exist in the Americas, up to that time: The Penn Central RR. I had to use a number of intense mathematical tools to address the particular bankruptcy principles of Marshaling and Absolute Priority. These principles had never been applied in such a complex bankruptcy. The tools I used included Regression Analysis, Linear Programming, Econometric Modeling, Business Model Simulation, and advanced accounting practices. This assignment brought to reality every major tool that I had been taught in obtaining my MBA;

2. Mathematical blending of various types of steel scrap to produce steel in electric-arc furnaces to meet necessary chemistries at the least cost. Tools required included Monte Carlo simulation and Linear Programming;

3. Development of an econometric model to forecast the forthcoming prices of scrap to determine the best purchasing practice for a major consumer;

4. Conceiving and managing the development of the first train crew calling system in the U.S. freight rail industry. Tools required included computer programming analysis and design;

5. Conceiving and programming of a fuel purchasing process across a Class I RR given various dynamic market prices. Tools required were APL programming and linear programming;

6. Development of a Strategic Wireless Perspective for the U.S. freight rail industry for the FRA. The first and only one to be developed to my knowledge;

7. Conceiving and managing the development of a Positive Train Control (PTC) system to prevent train accidents due to human errors. My design became the basis for the U.S. freight rail industry and is now deployed across the country via a Federal mandate;

8. Conceiving and developing the functional and high-level architecture design for an unprecedented, very advanced Virtual CTC (VCTC) train management system for the railroads of Egypt and Kazakhstan;

9. Conceived and managed the design of an Enterprise IT Architecture (EITA) for Kazakhstan's railroad. To my knowledge, this is the first known EITA effort in the rail industry across the globe. The primary tool used was Business System Planing (BSP) as introduced by IBM in the 60s;

All of the above esoteric assignments were one-of-a-kind as to objectives. But most often the tools used were the result of applying my MBA education in concert with my extensive RR knowledge. But aside from that, one key principle was applied by me that others had failed to do. The principle is commonly known as 80/20. Formerly, it is known as the Pareto 80/20 rule after an Italian economist, Vilfredo Pareto, circa early 20th century.

The rule of 80/20 was NOT one I learned directly in achieving my degrees. Rather, as described in another posting on this blog, (The Art of Mathematics), it was the required use of a slide rule before digital calculators came to market in the early 70s. I was finishing my MBA at that time. In my opinion, 80/20 is as universal and critical for effective project design and management as the constant 'π' is in mathematics as the ratio of a circumstance of a circle to its diameter. I am not referring to projects where exactness is absolute, e.g., a rocket to the moon. Rather, I am referring to so many management/design projects that are pursuing, but not expecting to achieve, perfection of some calculation(s) that cannot be achieved reasonably. The rule of 80/20 is simply that 80% of an objective can be achieved with 20% of the effort. To achieve the remaining 20% is extremely expensive, if even possible. In each of the above situations I applied the 80/20 rule by making assumptions on the less critical variables that may have some level of influence, but not worthy to pursue (in my analytical mind). With that said, there was responsibility on my part to test the reasonableness of the assumptions I made, which I did.

For many of the assignments stated above, the first major task was to eliminate variables in the situation that I thought were relatively unimportant ... or which I realized there was no way to evaluate them. That is where my extensive use of the slide rule in my education taught me how to estimate when it was possible. I really can't explain that any better to the majority of my readers that were weaned on digital calculators with 16 digits of exactness ... and for those readers that just used Programmed Function keys to solve a problem without really even knowing the underlying formula(s), then shame on these folks. This pursuit of exactness is what has been destructive in so many situations (IMHO).

The first 2 readers of this posting that would like a free slide rule, I will send you one. Just send an email to comarch@aol.com to make the request. I will respond also if you are too late.

Family

Fri, 29 Jul 2022 00:18:35 +0000

Let me make this clear from the very beginning, toads are not the same species as us frogs. I croak whenever I hear humans refer to me as such. I mean, after all, consider the following: 1. I have met frogs with a wide variety of colorful markings in red, orange purple, etc.; 2. We have THE long legs that are so endearing to French cuisine (OUCH!); 3. We have bulbous eyes that are so adorable; 4. Our skin is normally of a soothing smoothness; and 5. to my knowledge, no frog has been properly accused of giving humans warts...... SO! Now my story.

As with all frogs, I started my independent life as a tadpole when I emerged from my egg. (as shown in the chart). It was a difficult adolescence as I went through nearly 3 humiliating and dangerous months to achieve my final adorable self. Avoiding young humans that tried to catch me in the pond was most challenging and threatening during that period. Indeed, I lost a number of siblings then. I wonder why human parents don't tell their children (especially the boys) that we are very delicate at that point: Humans, just leave the tadpoles alone, PLEASE!

Having survived my metamorphous, here I am today. You have to love these eyes. (Actually, those are not MY eyes, but rather the ones I desire, as you will read below.) Nonetheless, I continue my story by starting with my search for other frogs to have as friends in my pond. Fortunately, I found a particular corner in the pond that included a plethora of water lilies for shelter. (It is so beautiful and peaceful there that it is like a painting.) On the edge of the pond, there were some low hanging branches on which I could safely rest in the sun. In fact, it was such a fine day that I spotted 'HER' in a branch several feet off shore. Being a bit shy, I decided to climb a nearby branch and do several pull-ups without looking at her, hoping she would notice my physical attributes. She didn't apparently, given that she didn't even seem to look in my direction. (I could have really use those eyes that I showed you earlier.) So much for 'HER' for now.

For the rest of the afternoon, I moved around the edge of the pond looking for possible friends. However, I was really hungry, and the mosquitoes would be out and about soon leaving their larvae behind. Interestingly, when I was a tadpole I was purely a 'veggie'. Now, as a full fledge frog, nothing is better than the larvae of those pesky mosquitoes. OK! OK! Back to my story.

It would not be until the next day, when I was swimming in the pond near the entrance of a contributing creek, that I used my 180º vision to seek out other frogs. To my great surprise, there they were: 3 frogs 'hanging out' together. These guys were just 'too cool' given their la-di-da stance. Perhaps they were siblings. But, nonetheless, they could not have been more relaxed as they hung with their back legs over the branch. Instinctively, I knew that this was not what a male frog should do to attract a female. But, again, my doing pull-ups did not impress 'HER' either.

I returned to my cluster of water lilies for the evening to think about what I needed to do. My first thought was that I should try to hang out with the three. But, how to do that since each grouping (a.k.a. Army) of frogs has its individual codes of sounds and gestures? Occasionally, when I was particularly thirsty during the evening, I would slip from my water lily into the water to absorb it through the skin patch on my stomach. I was still thinking about 'HER'.

I awoke in the morning with an excellent rest. The broad leaf of my chosen water lily had proven to be excellent in preventing me from rolling off it's edge into the water. Granted, I was getting heavier as I aged, and I would have to find a broader water lily. But, I need not do that soon. I headed out for the part of the pond where I had seen the three frogs. There they were as I expected. Not knowing their code, I croaked as if I was in pain. They looked down from the branch to see me on my back wiggling my hind legs. In less than a minute, one of the 3 was at my side helping me up. With no details required of me, he welcomed me to join them through gestures. (Their code was rather weird.)
Having been accepted by them, I picked up on the unique calls that these guys used to communicate with each other. Soon we were communicating comfortably; they made a sincere effort to include me in their conversations. The largest of the 3 told the story of being captured by a small female human. Reportedly, she held him gently in her hands for several minutes and then placed her lips on his nose. After a minute or so of inspecting him, she returned the frog to the pond and walked away looking back several times. He ended his story by saying several times: "What was that all about?" None of us had any idea.

It seemed that I now had my 'Army'. At one point, I mentioned seeing 'HER'. at which point all 3 continued to just stare ahead without comment. "Hmmmmm" I thought. There was something going on with them regarding 'HER'. I spent the remainder of the afternoon by catching up on the local scene, e.g., the best spots for mosquito larvae, which of the several bridges was the best to avoid the humans, safe alternatives for resting at night other than water lilies, etc. I returned across the pond to my proven water lily for the evening excited by having made such friends.

For the next several weeks, I would return daily to spend several hours with the 'Army', now my 'Army'. I continued to avoid any mention of 'HER'. One afternoon, while returning to my particular water lily, I went past the shoreline where I had first seen 'HER'. To my great delight she was there, but on a lower branch. Again, not knowing her codes and gestures, I performed the same trick that I used to meet my 'Army'. Within minutes she was by my side and assisting me to get up. By means of her gestures, she directed me to join her on her branch. It was at that point that my necessities as an adult male kicked in. My natural shyness had been replaced with some anxiousness. This was the first female with whom I had interacted directly. Not sure why, but once I settled onto the branch next to her, my hind left leg began to twitch. I shifted my weight onto that leg only to have my right hind leg take up the beat. I could feel my heart beating against my chest as never before.

The time with 'HER' was passing too quickly as we were translating and learning each other's codes and gestures. Actually, how she communicated was VERY similar to that of the guys for a VERY good reason. When I mentioned my 'Army', she sat up on her hind legs and looked directly at me. She asked me where they were located in the pond. When I told her, she lowered herself on the branch and gestured that they are her brothers. The three (jerks) had purposely not included her in their life, and she was left to be on her own in the pond. I was conflicted. I really wanted to be included in the 'Army', but she was becoming increasingly amazing to me. How could I justifiy dealing comfortably with both sides of this family's dysfunction. Now I understood the silence by the guys when I first mentioned 'HER' to them. She noticed my stress and asked if I had fully recover from whatever had happened on the ground. She misunderstood what was my sadness and concern for her.

It was time for me to leave, and I mentioned that I may come by again in the next several days. Without saying so, she seemed pleased. As I started to leave, she casually commented: "I think you should not do any pull-ups for several days." As she was continuing up the branch to leave, I realized that she had seen me that first day. "WOW, She is a clever one and just 'too cool' like her brothers."

The weather the next 2 days was horrendous. I had no problem with the rain itself, but the excessive wind was too dangerous to be on the ground and especially hazardous in the trees. On the third day the sun was out, and the shallow water along the pond's edge was brown with the dirt from the rain drainage. I quickly scurried through that murky water to get on shore so as to visit 'HER'. I was quite dismayed when I got to her tree and found it on the ground, roots and all. I spent the morning looking in the area for signs of 'HER'. But there were none. Again, my heart was beating against my chest given my fear that she had suffered some type of injury, or worse, with the downing of the tree by the storm. After several hours of looking, I headed back to my favorite water lily to spend the remainder of the day in the sorrow that I might not be able to be with her again.

The next morning, I was up early just as the reflection of the brillant red sunrise was fading on the Eastern portion of the pond. My thought was to check her area once again. If nothing was found that could lead me to 'HER', then I would seek out her siblings (jerks) and inform them accordingly. I felt that they needed to know even though they had functionally abandoned her. It only took several minutes to get to the fallen tree. Again, I found no signs of 'HER'. So! I proceeded to visit the guys. Indeed, they were there, and their tree showed no damage. However, another frog had joined them. It was not until I was directly under them that I could see 'HER'. My heart began pounding again as I climbed up to join them. She expressed her joy in seeing me. The guys were confused how this could be. After I explained my efforts to find her, she explained to them my visiting her. She then explained to me that as the storm began to get quite severe, all 3 came to find her to bring her back to their location for safety. Just as she left her tree, it was struck be lightning and crashed to the ground. OK! so maybe they were not such 'jerks'.The guys readily sensed my interest in her as well her attraction to me. As I continued light conversation with her to reduce any residual tension, I could see the three guys talking amongst themselves. In a few moments, they were gone leaving the branch for the two of us. So, I started: "My name is Jeremiah" She then responded: "I like that. My name is Silk" I then suggested that she may enjoy my part of the pond as a new home given all of the broad water lilies. She responded simply "Let's check that out. Lead the way, my would-be hero."

Silk and I now have our own set of water lilies.

How Come My Dog Don't Bark When You Come Around?

Fri, 09 Sep 2022 01:12:53 +0000

As a Captain in the Army, Brad had just returned from a 6-month tour in Germany 2 days prior to when he was expected by his wife. This was his second such tour with the first having been in several postings in France and Britain. His wife, Brandy, of 4 years held a junior management position in one of the Big 3 accounting firms in Chicago. They had met and fallen in love in their Junior years at Penn State University on the main campus in State College, PA. He was in Chi Phi and she in Kappa Alpha Theta, and it was at a social between the two Greeks that they met for the first time. Graduating from Penn State, the two spent 4 weeks in New Orleans and 1 week on the fine, white quartz beach in Destin, FL. It was during this wealth of experiences that the two became very close. They continued their exclusive relationship though B-school at the University of Pittsburgh, Katz School. With each of them receiving an MBA and with the same interests in outdoor activities and sports, they seemed destined to be together. Upon graduaton he proposed, she accepted, and they were married 1 month later.

Prior to starting his second tour, the 2 had adopted a dog as a pet as well as a means of security for Brandy in the townhouse when she was alone. During the first tour with Brad's absense, there had been several incidents in the neighborhood that made Brandy uncomfortable in the townhouse. They specifically adopted a German Shepard for its awareness and natural temperment to protect the property and its masters. They named the dog "Jazz" as a reflection of their time in New Orleans, and he was 2 by the time Brad started his second tour.

This second tour was to be his last as his 6-year contract with the Army was nearly complete. His plan was that he would resign from the Army and seek a professional position in the Chicago area. At that point the two would raise a family, specifically 2 children. He wanted to wait until he was home to inform her of his plans.

Upon returning to Chicago from his second tour, he was able to get back 2 days earlier then Brandy expected. He wanted to surprise her when she arrived home from work, Brad had gotten to the house at 1 PM having taking a taxi from Ohara. He threw his bags in the second bedroom and went to the closed-in backyard to let Jazz in. After several minutes with Jazz to settle him down, he stripped off his fatigues to take a long shower given the 10 hour flight from Frankfurt. He then dressed in his jeans and cotton pullover and headed to the corner liquor store for their favorite Champagne, and some Heineken. He didn't recognize the craft beer that was in the fridge. "When did Brandy start drinking beer." he muttered outloud to himself. it was now 4, and Brandy was not expected until 6:00.

Brad was relaxing in the front room on the leather sofa catching up on the local news with Jazz's chin on his lap. Suddenly, the dog jumped from the couch and headed for the front door. It opened, and a young man entered immediately petting Jazz, but not noticing Brad in the front room. Jazz did not bark, but instead was exicted to see this man. Brad got up and went to the front door directly confronting the guy. "WHO are you sir?" The young man was totally surprised to see Brad and stood silently. Brad repeated: "Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" The young man stuttered somewhat with "Ahhhh. I wanted to drop off some wine for Brandy .... Is she here?" he asked unconvincingly. Brad moved directly in front of the man. "Hell NO! She is not here .... and you should not be either. You need to leave NOW!" The young man turned and left without even closing the door behind him. Brad slammed the door closed and returned to the couch with Jazz to place his thoughts in order. It was clear to him what the story was. As a Captain in the Army he had transformed to an individual that made decisions based on his intuition to deal with the orders he was presented by his superiors.

Kris Kristofferson's lyrics went through Brad's mind as he walked out of the townhouse an hour later with his bags not expecting to return anytime soon:"Freedom's just another word for having nothing to lose."

The Responsibility of Youth

Thu, 04 Aug 2022 15:38:06 +0000

It was midnight and very dark on the beach. Although the moon was full, it was behind a massive amount of clouds that were directly above the seashore and extending out over the ocean. Further inland the clouds were broken with their presence revealed by the lights of the city several miles away. The female Leatherback sea turtle had come up for air just feet offshore to take in the activity on the beach and to determine where she would place her eggs. Her task was to go some distance beyond the water line to dig a hole with her front flippers in which to lay her 100+ eggs. There was no foreseeable obstacle for this massive 1,900 lbs (YES! 1,900 lbs.) reptile that could prevent her from completing her task, as she had done several times each year for most of her 40 years. Once buried, 80% or so eggs that were fertile would remain there for up to 65 days prior to the ‘hatchings’ breaking through their shells and surfacing to begin their lives. Instinctively, the hatchings knew that once they surfaced from the nest, they needed to head directly for the water for survival, but without any protection from predators such as racoons, dogs, and birds. That was their first responsibility. The sad truth is that on the average, 10% would not make it to the water where even more fish predators existed.

All but two of the hatchings had surfaced from the nest in the first 10 minutes. For the seagulls waiting above, it was easy to snatch a hatching and then fly away. However, the last two had been at the very bottom of the pile of buried eggs and were delayed significantly in emerging from the nest. They had to struggle to seek the daylight that was barely noticeable given the multitude of broken shell pieces above them. Finally, they had reached the surface and began to add their tracks to the multitudes that preceded them. However, before they could progress very far, their journey was cut short – but providing for their survival as it turned out.

It was still early in the morning, and the clouds had cleared both over the ocean and inland. A family of 4 with a 9-year-old son and a 6-year-old daughter had arrived at this part of the beach that was rarely visited. To access this beach, one had to cross over several dunes between the beach and the parking lot a fair distance inland. The family had been to this particular beach many times in the past favoring its exclusivity. However, this was the first time that they would encounter an experience that would be well remembered by the youth for years. While the parents were placing the mats and setting up two umbrellas for shade, the children were quick to the shoreline to test the water. Suddenly, 2 Navy jets flew by on maneuvers common to that area. Looking up, the father noticed a group of seagulls circling and swooping over part of the shoreline several hundred yards away. Having grown up in that area, he was certain he knew what was happening. Immediately, he dropped the umbrella that he was setting up and yelled to the children (now wading in the water) to follow him … “and hurry!” Within minutes the father was standing over the 2 late hatchings that were now scratching their way to the water, still 40 feet away. The seagulls were aggressively circling and randomly diving towards the sand then veering off. The 2 children were at their Dad’s side within minutes. The father immediately cautioned them to not inhibit the progression of the hatchings as he briefly explained what was taking place, including the threat of the birds above. Sis placed both hands to her cheeks with “Daddy, can’t we save them?” followed by the son, “Dad, can we take them home? … plllleeeeaaaasssseeee?” The father did not respond immediately. By now Mom had arrived, and Dad told her of the son’s request. In her way of signaling her husband of approval without saying so, the father said that they indeed could take the 2 hatchings home. BUT, there were a number of rules that each of them would have to follow that included basic care, feeding, and personal handling. Lastly, he stated that at the end of 4 months, the turtles would be returned to the sea. Both children agreed readily shaking their heads excitedly. Sis was sent back to their beach location to obtain a small container that had been meant to share the sandwiches at lunch. Upon her return, each child decided the name for his/her turtle as the selection was placed in the container now filled with some sand. The son named his hatching “Snout” and gingerly placed the turtle in his left palm to transfer the turtle to the container. As Sis picked the hatching up by the two opposing edges of its shell, she said “Welcome to our family “Princess”. The father quickly noted “Only! for 4 months kids.“ “Yes Daddy” Sis said begrudgingly.

They returned to their beach location with Mom carrying the container. Once there, Dad placed a towel loosely over the container to ensure that the few circling seagulls would not attempt to swoop down and snatch the hatchings from the container. The family spent the next 6 hours at the beach with each child taking turns to inspect the hatchings in the container. Not really knowing what the turtles could require as to food and water, several pieces of lettuce as well as a saucer of seawater was placed in the container, as well as keeping the container in the shade of one of the umbrellas.

For the next several weeks, the Mom helped the children research the care of leatherback sea turtles on the internet. Indeed, there were several surprises as to the need for protein from the sea that the turtles required, especially in their early years. What was most astounding for them was that they learned that the turtles could live a half a century and exceed 1,900 lbs. Lastly, was the amazing fact that in the sea the turtles could travel thousands of miles each year to seek their food sources. This information seemed to impress the children as to the potential majesty of these creatures that for now only fit in the palms of their hands.

Once the 4 months were nearly up, the parents discussed in private how to deal with the children as to the return of the turtles to the sea. The solution was quickly agreed to. In the next several days, the father was searching the internet and making a number of calls. Finally, on Wednesday, the father left the house for several hours not taking either child with him, which was very unusual for that family. At dinner that evening the father brought the glass tank, in which the turtles lived, to the center of the dinner table. The father started. “Kids, the 4 months are up with Snout and Princess. It is time to return them to the sea.” Immediately, Sis said “NO! Daddy. Princess is part of our family.” as she began to tear. Mom then interrupted her softly but firmly. “Sis, you agreed to this, and we only took the turtles to save them from the seagulls.” “I don’t care about that Mommy. I love Princess. I want her to stay here with me.” After 4 months, the son had grown somewhat casual as to taking care of Snout and therefore was not so attached; he said nothing. The parents had anticipated the resistance, but their plan was foolproof.

Dinner continued with no further discussion as to returning the turtles. Sis was not hungry, and she simply pushed her green beans around on the plate. Even the mention of lemon meringue pie for desert did not melt her pouting. With all finished with their desert, the father stated that tomorrow they would go to the beach to return the turtles. Sis let out a slight whimper and began to leave the table without asking for permission. “Sis, please take your seat again … you have not been given permission to leave.” her Mom said firmly. Sis did so looking down at her desert plate. At that point, the father removed the glass cage with the turtles to the front room returning with a cardboard box with large holes on all sides. He placed the box in the middle of the table where the turtle cage had been. Sis looked up from her desert plate as she heard scratching noises from inside the box. “Now!, what could be making that noise Kids?” said the Mom. Cautiously, Sis reached for the box as the Father slid it towards her. The son was also very interested at this point and came around to Sis’s side of the table to assist her in opening the box. With the lid removed, up popped two golden, furry paws followed by the head of the Golden Retriever puppy. The glee in Sis’s voice was matched by “WOW!” by the son. There was no holding both of them back by reaching into the box to bring the puppy to the table top. Sis was quick in bringing the puppy to her chest to cuddle with the son anxious for his turn.

The Mom spoke: “You two have demonstrated your responsibility to take care of your turtles for 4 months with little coaching from us. We are very proud of you. Now, we think that you are capable of the responsibly necessary for caring for this puppy…. Now, we need a name for this male dog.” Sis won the toss and she shouted out “Prince!”.

The following day, the family returned to the same beach to release Snout and Princess … and introduce Prince to the sea.

A Parasol in Paris: 3 TIMELINES

Fri, 12 Jul 2024 18:18:44 +0000

This story is separated into 3 timelines. The first 2 timelines come together to begin the third. TIMELINE 1 addresses the accidental sharing of a particular Parasol in Paris by various persons often involving romantic circumstances. Through personal marketing, the initial parasol becomes the seed for an enterprise that markets extraordinary parasols. TIMELINE 2 begins 6 years earlier in Aswan, Egypt with a 14 y/o Nubian girl, Shaymaa, who starts a felucca rental business on the Nile. Her business expands over the next 5 years with additional feluccas and employees into a flourishing upper Nile-touring service. At the age of 20, she is approached by a client who desires her skills to be part of his management consultancy in London. Romantic mishaps there result in her move to Paris to do the marketing for the parasol enterprise. TIMELINE 3 is the moving forward from Timeline 1 with Shaymaa taking on the marketing of parasols both for a major retailer across France as well as her own retailing firm.

ALL THAT FOLLOWS IS FICTIONAL AS TO STORIES AND CHARACTERS. THE LOCATIONS MENTIONED DO EXIST

TIMELINE 1

This story begins in the near-present time in Paris with a birthday present for 7 y/o Claudette. The parasol she receives accidently changes hands of a variety of people finally ending up with Anna, a teenage Muslim girl. Given her artistic skills, she creates unique parasol designs that leads to a business called Anna's Parasols.

1. ESCAPE:

It was a blustery Spring morning in Paris. The sky was an embracing blue with puffs of clouds racing across the horizon. Impish 7-year old Claudette laid on the slope of her front yard imaging various objects in the clouds. Her brief, very-favorite was a bunny with rather small ears that within minutes transitioned to a pony with 3 legs. But for Claudette, all was beautiful as she waited for her mom to depart to the Le Jardin du Luxembourg for a picnic with several friends. This was not a pique-niqueordinaire, but rather an extraordinary one to celebrate Claudette’s 11th birthday. For such an occasion, Claudette was dressed in a flowing skirt and shoulder wrap of soft cotton with a gossamer-like trim that match her blue eyes. Additionally, her mom had given her an extraordinary parasol with intricate lace on each pane.

Claudette had first seen this very parasol several weeks previously when she and her mom strolled down Rue Saint-Honeré lined with stores of Paris’s most famous designers. It was when walking by Hermés’ window case that Claudette pulled her mom’s hand back to pause for the view of the parasol. She made no statement, just a slight sound of glee, but Mom made a definite note of her daughter’s interest and returned several days later on her own to make the purchase.

On the morning of her birthday, Claudette was presented with her birthday parasol. She held up her left arm and shrieked “Oui!, Oui!, Oui!”Her mom then said that the two would be going to the Le Jardin du Luxembourg for a party. With parasol in hand the two took the RER-B to the Saint-Germain des Pres station and walked up the seemingly endless steps to street level. But first, they would stop for a patisserie and hot chocolate before walking to the Jardin. The particular café at the corner of Quai de Montebello and Rue du Petit Pont was the only one that served Claudette’s favorite, the ‘conversation’, consisting of choux pastry and frangipane cream. Claudette loved the richness of the cream layered within the pastry of angels. For her, this patisserie was indeed heavenly.

They sat at a table nearest Pont Neuf so as to view a pride of Paris, Notre Dame, even in its diminished state of roof destruction from the fire in April 2019. Hesitantly turning down a patisserie encore, they began walking up toward the Jardin. Claudette and her mom were holding hands and swinging them comfortably to match the cadence of their steps. Her mom was humming a tune Claudette had not heard before, and Claudette felt her mom’s warm, scented presence unlike when they were home. As they proceeded up the rue, the sun began to bear down on them. It was nearly noon with the clouds having cleared offering no relief. “You understand Claudette, the parasol is most valuable at this time of the day to shade the sun”, her mom said. “You should open the parasol and slowly spin it on your shoulder.” Claudette did so obediently.

The party in the Jardin consisted of 6 friends and their mothers. They were all so comfortable with each other with the conversations ranging from the dreams of 7 year-olds and summer vacation expectations. One mother presented an extraordinary birthday cake consisting of 4 baked meringue layers separated by a noisette crème. (Author’s note: one of my favorite deserts to make for an unique, joyful experience by others – recipe available on request.)

The sky was still cloudless but the humidity was so comfortable, and the party made their way back to the RER-station. Reaching the station on the Seine at the Pont Neuf, the others departed for their individual metro stops. But, Claudette asked her mom for one more moment on Pont Neuf so as to sit at one of the semi-circle, concrete outposts to watch the boats on the Seine. The wind had kicked up somewhat and the two settled into one of the outposts of the bridge. Claudette had closed her parasol so as to lay her head on her mom’s lap. She asked her to hum that song again that she had heard earlier. Then she sat up quickly and asked “Am I pretty?” “Yes!, very my Chantilly” and Claudette laid down again. The wind was increasing and some threatening clouds were approaching over the Eiffel Tower. Her mom said it was time to leave, and they both got up and started for the RER station. Claudette opened her parasol just as a burst of wind came through, taking the parasol out of her hand and over the bridge to the river. They both gasped and watch the parasol land on a tour boat moving under Pont Neuf. There was nothing that could be done, but her mom followed the parasol all the way down and saw it land on the shoulder of another young girl.

Claudette was very sad, but her mom said “C’est la vie” and promised that there would be another parasol in her near future.

2. INTRODUCTION

In the mid-afternoon, Amanda with her American parents and her younger brother, Joshua. were on the Seine boat tour. They were a long way from Kansas with this being there first trip out of state, yet alone the continent. Amanda, being a sprite, pretentious 14-year old, had read a number of books about Paris, including a few romantic novels. She had 1 year of elementary French in school, but had listened to a number of French lessons on tape to capture key phrases, especially such phrases that would impress a French male teenager. She had practice saying “Enchantée” several ways that would seem all so natural and not too forward, thereby revealing her nervousness.

The boat tour was to be a downer for sure in her opinion. After all, it was all about tourists. At best she could expect to meet a British prude, or a German jerk. There was not a chance for a French Pierre or Jean. Grudgingly she strolled the boat’s deck distancing herself from her parents …just in case some French stray male teenager may be onboard.

The tour boat was approaching Pont Neuf, and Amanda walked toward the bow. She had visions in her head from the movie Titanic in her leaning over the bow spar held back by DiCaprio as the vessel (her female dominance) THRUSTED forward. Under the bridge, the sunlight was diminished, but she noted a young man standing alone at the bow. She was just approaching his right side when she felt something hit her shoulder. She was startled and let out a yelp. The young man turned towards her to see what had happened and saw Amanda touching the side of her head, and apparently in some pain. Next, he noticed the parasol on the deck and understood what had just happened. “Madame, Est-ce que ça va ?” he asked. Still somewhat stunned Amanda said “Yes…. I mean … Oui” Her next thought was instinctive for a young lady as in “Oh my gosh, this handsome young man is French”. With a slight blush, she regained her composure and said “Merci beaucoup! monsieur”. She stuck out her hand and said “Enchantée” in a very confident way. Knowing by her accent that she was clearly American, he said “My name is Claude, it is nice to meet you also. And you are ?”

For the rest of the 2-hour tour, Claude stood with her on the bow providing a personal presentation of the sites, while interjecting somewhat personal questions to get to know more about this American blossom. Approaching the dock at the end of the tour, Amanda was horrified to see her parents approaching her to depart. Quickly, Amanda gave her email address to Claude, a kiss on the cheek, and left him sitting there. Neither of them remembered the parasol that had fallen behind their bench, but they both would reflect on the kiss for some time.

They would stay in touch for the next 2 years. As well as the kiss, Claude would never forget the motion of Amanda’s body as she reunited with her parents. However, 4 years later, Amanda would be back to Paris as part of her college schedule, and … Oh my!!!

3. FINDERS, NOT NECESSARILY KEEPERS

At 11 PM the boat finished its last tour and tied up to its dock for the evening. The next morning, the boat’s cleanup crew arrived by 8 AM to prepare for the first cruise of the day at 11 AM. The cleanup crew consisted of a family of 3, mom and both a teenage son and daughter. This job was the first of 3 each weekday for the family as they struggled to maintain a passable living in the outskirts of Paris. There was no slack in their net income that could provide for other than the basics, e.g., fresh croissants and/or baguettes every day, jugs of house wine, pasta, pork sausages, and chicken. Good beef cuts were definitely beyond their means, but the mother created amazing seafood cassoulet, beef braises and the occasional beef bourguignon. Her specialty was the gratin dauphinois where she stepped outside the traditional recipe and added a fair amount of Gruyere when affordable (and a touch of fresh nutmeg). She was the pride of her church’s food fairs, but she never shared her secret of Gruyere.

Starting at the stern the 2 teenagers moved forward mopping the decks as mom cleaned up the general trash around the boat. When Jean reached the front starboard quarter, he saw the parasol and called over to Bridgette to check it out. Indeed, this was a very special parasol given its material and design. Bridgette beamed as Jean handed it over to her. With some hesitancy she said, “ I . . . . guess we need to show Mom …. And not just keep it.” Jean agreed, but then again, he could not care less for this item or his sister’s interests.

When the job was finished, Bridgette presented her mom with her found treasure. “And, what should we do with this beautiful parasol Bridgette?”, her mom asked. “Can I keep it Mom?” “Bridgette, you know better.” her mom responded.

Bridgette gave the parasol to the Captain upon his arrival to the boat that morning. The Captain could easily sense her feelings of regret mixed with adoration of such a fine parasol that she could never afford. The Captain said to the mother (loud enough for Bridgette to hear), that he would keep the parasol for 1 week, and if it wasn’t claimed Bridgette would receive it.

The first six days dragged on for Bridgette as the parasol had yet to be claimed. On the sixth night, the Captain took the parasol to the point where it had been left for Bridgette to find the next day.

The three showed up at 8 the next morning to begin cleaning the boat. Bridgette was on edge waiting for the Captain to show up at 10:30 or so. However, Jean had seen the parasol under the starboard bench at the bow when he crossed the plank from the dock. So, he said “Bridgette, just for a change let’s start forward and then move towards the stern? You take the starboard side, and I the port”.

Thoughtlessly, she moved towards the starboard bow, and then … and then…. she saw the parasol. She let out a definite sound of glee, grabbed the parasol and tucked in her arms. However, there was work to be done, and she carefully laid the parasol on the quarterdeck bench for her retrieval when they left the boat. Later that evening, her mom turned to her as they were doing the dishes and said “Bridgette, I am very happy that you have such a fine parasol which you will enjoy for many years.” …. pause …. “But, keep in mind that some other young girl is now without it. The important point here is that the right thing was done to get the parasol back to where it belongs, but it was clearly lost to that other mademoiselle. So! it is clearly now yours to enjoy.” This was an understanding of integrity & responsibility as a tradeoff against selfish interests that Bridgette would never forget.

4. Passing the Baton

Bridgette had been taking her parasol to church every Sunday, sunshine or not. As such, she alternately wore her 3 favorite dresses, even without her mom’s coaching. After all, there was a particular young man, Robert, whose attention she had been trying to attract. He was 2 years her senior and therefore the youth groups of the church, as well as different schools, didn’t provide any other means to socialize with him or his friends.

Bridgette had discussed her “Robert challenge” with her dearest friend, Maria, who’s recommendation was to ‘accidently’ bump into him at church thereby dropping her Bible …. and the conversation would begin. Bridgette was too pragmatic and against such deceptive methods. She wanted to be seen and directly appreciated without any false starts – well almost. To be honest, Maria was a bit hoity-toity for Bridgette in that Maria’s family was wine merchants and Maria had yet to work a day in her life. Robert’s family was also from haute société, and that point was of some concern to Bridgette … as to being acceptable; hence, her initial approach of the parasol and her best dresses at church.

It was during Communion one Sunday that Bridgette was in front of Robert and his family in the intinction process of lining up in the aisle. Appropriately, while waiting in line, Bridgette turned to ‘simply’ introduce herself. Robert was cordial, but Communion required certain reserved protocol. At the end of the service when exiting the church, Robert approached her in the garden and stumbled through some awkward conversation with this raving redhead mademoiselle. Bridgette’s parasol was in full display like a male peacock’s feathers. Robert clumsily stated that he had noticed her during the past month (the same period that Bridgette had been wearing her best dresses accented by the parasol). He asked if she was willing to meet him for lunch at a particular café in the 4th arrondissement within the grounds of the Place des Vosges. “Say, next Tuesday at noon?”. Bridgette kept her cool … paused …and said “Oui! I can do that. By the way Robert, my name is Bridgette” After saying goodbye, Robert realized that she had already known his name. Hmmmmmmmm!, he thought.

They met at the cafe and time agreed to. Bridgette dressed in her working clothes. She did not want now to present a false image of who she was. That is, she felt that she could dress “haut” when appropriate, but she was a working young lady and proud of her work ethics and accepting her responsibilities for her family. To be honest, Robert was taken back by her plainness when they first met at the café, especially given the initial captivating image when she was decked out at church. However, Bridgette was well schooled and read and indirectly challenged Robert as to his education, but in a seductive way. She discussed poetry and impressionism, e.g., the Musée d’ Orsay”, and Robert realized that this mademoiselle had talents and characteristics that he had never considered to be part of a relationship with a female … and clearly not one of the ‘working class’ as he understood them.

Out of habit, Bridgette had brought her parasol for the luncheon meeting. But it had served its purpose already by gaining Robert’s initial attention at church. This attention was shifting her perspective of herself. Now, the parasol was only an object, albeit a captivating one. But, it had turned into a façade that was inhibiting her evolving maturity.

In the outside corner of the café, there was a young lady in her late teens dressed in her Sunday best. While her strawberry-blond hair was long and curled in a fashion that highlighted her petite facial features, her stature was clearly reserved as she sat stiffly sipping her café crème and gently raising the cup to her lips. She looked neither left nor right, but sat rigidly in her chair staring at a Monet print on the wall. The chair opposite of her was ajar to the table and there was a cup and plate with half a croissant in front of the chair. Bernadette had seen this mademoiselle several times before at the café accompanied by a most interestingly looking young man with long bushy blond hair, Capri tan pants, striped t-shirt, and green Chuck Taylors – clearly not French. Clearly, during those meetings there was lust in their eyes with their noses nearly touching as they whispered their most personal, most passionate thoughts to each other.

It was clear to Bridgette what had taken place with mademoiselle. She told Robert that she would be right back. She stood, picked up the parasol, and went to mademoiselle’s table. Robert observed from afar as Bridgette bent down closely to mademoiselle to talk with her. In a moment, the young lady rose to embrace Bridgette and accepted the parasol. Bridgette returned to her table, and Robert asked, “What’s up?” “Passing the baton”, she simply replied with a seductive smile and raised eyelids. Robert would never understand how he had been played by this socially-inferior young lady, who was indeed much “superior” in so many other ways – as were their forthcoming 2 daughters.

5. Facing Prejudice

The mademoiselle to whom Bridgette had given the “baton” remained at the café for another 15 minutes or so hoping Svein would return. Claire had known and fallen in love with Svein in their economic courses at the Sorbonne. As a Swede he was indeed very kind and respectful of her … but with a sense of urgency with even the simplest of issues that occasionally caused conflict with Claire’s patience and la-ti-da attitude. This day it had been an issue of how protestors were being handled by the police regarding student rights that set Claire and Svein into conflict. Svein supported direct physical confrontation to be taken against protestors that had blocked Rue Saint-Germain-des-Pres near the Sorbonne. Contrarily, Claire wanted discussions / open conversations to be held between the protestors’ leader, local priests, university officials and the police. The protest had been going on for several days during the day only, given that a nighttime curfew was in effect, and there was increasing level of animosity by all, including the general populous.

With the parasol in hand, Claire paid the tab and exited the Place des Vosges heading directly West. She “deserved” a pleasure of some sort, and the stores on Rue du Faubourg Saint Honeré came to mind. Within 15 minutes she was passing Cartier, but she couldn’t afford that much pleasure. Next, she passed Omega and then Mont Blanc, and the same rationale prevailed. In the next block on the right was Hermes. Surely, she could find a scarf, a blouse, or even a shawl to overcome her insecurity.

In she went slowly strolling the aisles looking for the “right, but affordable pleasure” item. Within several minutes she found a blouse that was edged by a lace so light. She found her size and entered the dressing room to try it on. The blouse really didn't highlight her rather slim, but prominent form. She exited the dressing room leaving the garment there. For several minutes more she investigated purses, belts, and some jewelry. Disappointed, she decided to try a designer store with which she was familiar further down the rue. She exited the store, and within moments her left shoulder was grabbed by a security guard from Hermés. He said “Far enough young lady. I am taking you back to the store. The police will be called and you will be arrested for stealing that parasol.” Claire was totally stunned at first and did not resist being led back to the store. Within several steps however, her senses came back and she jerked back her arm from the guard and stated that the parasol was hers. The guard grabbed her arm even tighter and pushed her through the revolving doors, and then into the security office. All along, Claire insisted that the parasol was hers and that it had been given to her an hour earlier by someone she didn’t know. This of course made her position less credible. She was left alone in the office for 20 minutes until the police arrived. Upon the young officer’s entering the room, she began shaking and again mumbled the truth. The policeman sensed her honesty and asked the guard to come in. He questioned the guard as to the proof of his accusation. The guard hem-and-hawed momentarily, and stated “Look at her, she can’t afford such a parasol”. With that the officer asked for the presence of the salesperson from the appropriate counter. Within minutes, Ms. Dubois was in the office and addressed the policeman’s questioning as to whether or not the parasol could have been stolen by Claire. She stated that a theft was not possible since the last parasol of that type had been purchased several weeks prior by a handsome woman looking to please her daughter for her birthday.

The store manager was called resulting with the guard being fired immediately, and Claire being treated to a shopping spree of 1,000€ that very day. The officer took Claire’s name and contact information for his report and turned to leave. He then turned back, introduced himself as Pierre , and asked if she would consider having a kir royal at the café down the street when he would be off duty in 45 minutes. Pierre didn’t have the bushy blond hair of Svein, but his head of slight, but tight curls was something she could run her fingers through, and 45 minutes would be adequate for her to spend the 1,000€. So she responded quite formally “Oui, officer …. err.. Pierre, I would enjoy that”, as her heart raced and her mind was filled with expectation.

Pierre was at the café on time, but Claire was late in arriving. Pierre felt this sense of anxiousness that he had not felt since his romance several years previously with an exciting, actually exotic, beauty of French/Moroccan heritage. That young lady was too head-strong and indifferent to the characteristics that Pierre was proud of, e.g. honesty, integrity, and pragmatic perspective. In short course, Pierre discovered that exotic playing him off against a man from her homeland, an old lover from 8 years previously. Claire was not of that type, that is he thought, given that she was now 15 minutes late.

Alas, Claire arrived in the most extraordinary outfit with the skirt swirling around her as she walked in wearing a blouse with rather revealing cleavage. Hermés had done her handsomely. Pierre was stunned with this young woman’s exoticism in her own way that he had not perceived at first. Claire perceived how stunned he was and knew what he was thinking. This was not the kindness of Svein, but rather pure passion in his eyes. As the conversation started Pierre noticed that she did not have the parasol. When asked, her explanation was simple. It had become a symbol of prejudice for her, and she gave it to the store for a fresh start. She demanded no compensation. Claire and Pierre sat and began a relationship that would see her at least through her university years.

6. A DEVIOUS TOOL

Georgette, Hermès’ store manager, gracefully accepted the parasol from Claire, but there was no way she could resell this used item. After work, with parasol in hand, she walked the 10 blocks to Willi's Wine Bar in the Opera Qtr. She had arranged to meet with an American couple. This was the couple’s favorite “Americanized” bar in Paris in that there was little pretentiousness applied to Americans… English Yes, but not Americans. Over the years of coming to Paris, they had purchased 3 of the unique poster selections created every year by the owners of the bar over 3 decades ( https://shop.williswinebar.com/). Their favorite poster was that of two bottles dancing, circa 1998, now mounted in their kitchen.

Bob and Jane enjoyed cocktails and discussion each year with Georgette since their first encounter 8 years prior at the cozy restaurant, La Belle Etoille in Villefrance sur Mer. That evening, the couple was having one their arguments over nothing that came from a decade of familiarity. Georgette, sitting at the next table abruptly introduced herself as the couple’s voices were escalating, and simply said: “You two are sooooooo deeply in love. So! Please, pause, take a sip of wine and let the 3 of us enjoy each other’s company”. The interruption was so abrupt, that Bob ordered another bottle of wine to share, and the two settled back into their mutual adoration mode. Georgette was an unsolicited angel for the couple, that for years they would reflect on every so often.

This year Bob and Jane had a particular reason to visit Paris. They were looking to adopt a child from an orphanage that focused on children from France’s previous colonies, e.g., Algeria, Ivory Coast, & Morocco. When they first mentioned this to Georgette that evening, she was so excited for them, given that the last several visits to Paris they had discussed the possibility with increasing importance as their marriage matured. This time they were absolutely sure this would be a wonderful next step forward.

However, at Willi's they spoke of their major concern as to how they could find the appropriate child for them. They wanted a child at least 5 years old that was sensitive, capable of receiving and giving love, and more artistic than calculating. Georgette, being a mother of 3, and the grandmother of 4, recognized their naiveté as to developing a relationship with a child (nature vs. nurture). Regardless of the child’s personality, it was the challenge, duty, and loving pleasure of the parents to bring a child up properly, i.e., with love, grace, and acceptance of others. Georgette, in her wisdom, had an idea that would provide some “false assurance” for the couple that they would do well in their decision-making. She paused their conversation and reached down and picked up the parasol. She then opened and placed it over her shoulder spinning it slowly. She said nothing waiting for a question or comment to be presented to her by either Bob or Jane.

to silence. Georgette remained silent and then turned her eyes towards Jane. Jane, somewhat dumfounded, said “Georgette, quite a lovely umbrella you have there, but it seems highly impractical and inefficient for a rain storm. I mean, it is lovely and all, but really it’s quite small … and the trim of lace?” Georgette bit her tongue and said in a somewhat socially-superior tone; “Actually, Jane, this is a parasol that is used by ladies of all ages, including the youngest of mademoiselles as a way to first draw male attention to themselves, and then second, to block the sun if actually necessary”. Georgette continued: “With my extensive experience in dealing with the desires, motivations, and soulfulness of French Mademoiselles, I have noted a strong correlation between the admiration of a parasol and the wholesomeness of the child”. Georgette paused and then went on… “I can’t speak as to boys and parasols. But, my guess is that you will find a young individual with admiration of a parasol to be one whose kindness that is matched only by that person’s artistic characteristics.” Again, Georgette paused waiting for either of the couple to comment or question her.

In lieu of further discussion, Bob ordered another bottle of Bordeux. He turned to Georgette:” Would you mind if we borrowed your umbrell …. errrr … parasol for our visit to the adoption center tomorrow? It is our first day to visit with the children they have there …. and … perhaps the umbrell ….. errrrr….the parasol may be helpful in noting which children that have interests for which we are interested. WOW!, thought Georgette to herself, Bob at least bought into this fallacy that she had contrived, but that method would perhaps ease their decision-making process. “Absolutely Bob, please take the parasol with you.”, Georgette stated with an amiable smile. Turning towards Jane, she then said “Jane, are you in agreement with this?” Jane raised her head and looked at Bob and said “Bob, let’s do this thing, It won’t hurt to use this means.”

They finished their drinks, and Georgette stated she had a dinner with one of her children’s family in 30 minutes. She suggested that they meet tomorrow evening at 6 PM at Willi's to discuss the couple’s visitation with the children. Bob and Jane, both immediately agreed. The tab was paid by Bob, and off they went.

Georgette arrived on time at her daughter’s house in time to share a glass of red Burgundy before beginning dinner of Coq au Vin. During this time Georgette described what she had been through with Bob and Jane. Immediately, her daughter cried out “MAMAN, REALLY? you told them that? … Now you know why I rarely listened to your advice when I started dating.” They all laughed and proceeded to the table. “By the way Mama, even with your devious activities tonight, I will be serving your favorite dessert, Ille Flotante”

7. Oops: Didn’t Expect That

It was the night after Georgette had met Bob and Jane at Willi's Wine Bar. The latter two had spent the afternoon at the house of orphans from France’s previous colonies and protectorates, primarily Northwestern Africa. The goal had been to find a young / teen child that they could adopt for their life in the States. And, as they had discussed the previous night with Georgette, they took with them the parasol that Georgette had offered for their use as one tool to assess the characteristics that they wanted their child to have. That is, Georgette had suggested that the beauty and style of the parasol would provide a clue as to the nature of a child as to loving and artistic interests. Georgette focused on these two attributes given that both Bob and Jane were heavily involved in the arts, i.e., theatre, painting, and a string trio. Of course, Georgette recognized the ridiculous prejudice in her action, but knowing the two over 7 years, she saw her action as innocent, helpful infusion to assist them.

Upon arrival at Willi's that evening, the two went directly to the bar. Georgette had not yet arrived. Ordering a cognac for each, Jane turned to Bob. “I believe we have made the best decision, but will Georgette understand?” Bob turned sharply towards her and forcibly said “I think she will ….. but, that is something we do not have to be concerned with” … pause … “This is our life, and it is our family to be. I have absolutely NO problem with the difficulties our selection may make for us relative to the difficulties the child may or may not face.”

Several minutes later, Georgette arrived at the bar and quickly ordered a double cognac, neat. Huffing somewhat having hurried to make up for late departure from work, she turned to Bob, “Well?” Jane responded, “Well ….. we did select a child … and the parasol was indeed very helpful, and”. Bob interrupted sensing hesitation on Jane’s part to continue, “We were introduced to a number of children as they were playing in the courtyard. They varied in age from 6-9, I‘d say. It was suggested by the Pastor that we watch them as a group first and then tell him if there were any particular children in whom we were interested. So, we strolled around with Jane spinning her parasol over her shoulder and said ‘Bon jour’ to each child and commenting on their eyes, their hair, etc. to observe their individual responses.” After a deep pause with Bob shuffling in his seat, “There was one child, Lindsey, who took the moment to respond to our comments, and then asked about the parasol. Lindsey asked what it was made up, ‘silk perhaps’ and how did Jane come to have it. From there we continued the conversation asking about Lindsey’s favorite songs, art, hobbies, and friends, etc. We ended up spending 20 minutes with Lindsey. The recess bell was sounded, and all children returned to their classes. Lindsey reached out and shook each of our hands in a very tender but yet firm way, which was totally unexpected. With a truly angelic facial expression, the child turned to leave and several steps later looked back to see if we were watching the departure. Simultaneously, we each turned to the other and said ‘That is the child for us.’ Later that afternoon, as requested of the Pastor, we met with Lindsey to just have a comfortable conversation about the child’s overall interests, including dance, sports, and styles of dress. From that, Jane and I developed a very strong feeling of Lindsey’s character that we admired, if not envied.” … pause … “Do you agree Jane?” “Absolutely!”, she responded.

By this time Georgette was clenching her hands over her head like a victorious boxer, with the widest smile one could imagine. She threw her arms around both of them and hugged them so firmly. She returned to her bar stool, took a sip of cognac and asked, “How long will it take to secure the adoption of this young lady?” Both Bob and Jane simultaneously let out a slight chuckle. “Actually Georgette” Bob said looking directly into her eyes, “Lindsey is an 8-year boy, with flaming red hair and a soft, almost glowing brown complexion given his Irish and Moroccan heritage. Lindsey was abandoned at the age of 7 in Algeria by his Irish father and with his Moroccan mother dying shortly thereafter. He seems to quite confident of himself, given his age and family circumstances, and with tender thoughts and a strong interest in the arts and lifestyles as we discovered in a further discussion with him later in the afternoon

“Oops, didn’t see that coming” said Georgette. She continued “I mean after all the parasol and …..” She stopped realizing her own innocent ignorance of the ‘new, open society’. Georgette took a gulp of cognac, and said “I am very, very happy for you two. Onto dinner…. my treat.” Bob then added, “By the way, here is the parasol back. Lindsey already has his favorite that his mom gave to him 2 years ago when they were passing through the markets of Morocco.”

Each of them had opened their minds that day as to youth, stereotypes, and the enjoyment of individuality.

8. Goes Around … Comes Around

The day following her dinner with Bob and Jane at Willi's Wine Bar, Georgette was in her office in Hermès. Even for this time of year, the weather in Paris had been somewhat blustery with sharp differences between the days as to temperature and available bright sun. Having left her umbrella at work the day before, she grabbed the parasol as her only practical shelter to the light rain in the morning for the stroll from her residence in the 16tharrondissement to the Metro.

On bright & dry mornings Georgette would often take the bus along the Avenue des Champs Elysées. Although the bus took significantly longer than the Metro, especially during the morning hours with high traffic, she enjoyed seeing again and again the various sights along the avenue, passing around the Arc de Triomphe, and then further down turning at the corner of the Petite Palais and Grand Palais. She continuously challenged herself on the ability to imagine (but without any proof) who those people were boarding the bus at the various stops as to their heritage, their profession, and most interesting, their type of lover. The African women in their colorful, long garb and headdresses were so gorgeous that they were complete in Georgette’s mind. But, those with a moderate amount of skin color were often confusing to her, especially when there was no hint of Asian or Indian characteristics. She would usually settle on Persian in most cases. That was her default given a romantic encounter of several years in college with a most striking Iranian. Then again, there were the occasional extraordinary dark, tall and handsome Nubians that she had come to know and now missed since her visit to Upper Egypt, again in her college years. There was no guessing required for these people, as it was for Chinese vs. Japanese or especially Mongolians, all of which were part of the rich blend of cultures present in Paris.

On this day a young man got onto the bus at the Palais stop. He had captivating curly blond hair, Capri tan pants, a striped t-shirt, and green Chuck Taylors. Clearly, he was not French, but indeed quite handsome and interesting. The bus was crowded at that time in the morning, and as this young man walked down the aisle, Georgette quickly picked up her package and the parasol on the seat next to the window and moved over to make the aisle seat available. He was heading toward the back until Georgette looked up suddenly and made eye contact accompanied by a quirky smile. He paused and then sat down next to her and awkwardly said “Bon Jour Madame. Comment allez-vous?” She quickly responded, “très bien, et toi“. Then recognizing his Nordic accent she said in English “Hello, young man. What brings you to Paris …. And from where?” In excellent English, he said his name was Svein and was from Sweden and attending the Sorbonne. Georgette noticed a slight drop in his voice as if he was suddenly reflecting. “Are you Ok Svein? Please permit to say that you look somewhat sad, or perhaps distracted, and that is not allowed in Paris” Georgette quipped. He responded “Yes actually, my love of 3 years has just left me over some very simple matter …well, that is what I thought.”

Georgette asked what his lover’s name was. He quietly let out “Claire” and looked towards the windows on the other side of the bus. There was not enough time for Georgette to engage him further in conversation. So, she made a broad assumption as to what was going on, or rather what was NOT going on relative to Claire. So! She handed Svein her business card and placed the parasol in his lap saying. “Svein, with the little you have said, I expect that Claire is forever gone from you. However, given my perception of you, NO young lady would walk away from you unless there were serious issues for her regarding you. Right now politics is a most unfortunate divider. Anyhow, there are so very few French woman, of any age, that would not desire this parasol as part of her wardrobe. So!, my suggestion is that you rent a dog from rent_a_sure_chick-magnet@yahoo.comand relax on the Pont Neuf in the early evening hours with the parasol in hand and the rental dog at your side … and …. you will soon find a number of 'Claires' that will be more aligned with your personality and desires.” She paused and then continued “Yes!, should you ask, the rent-a-dog site is in English because French men don’t have the insecurities as non-French men, especially American men when dealing with French women – of any age.” She turned her head looking directly into his eyes with a soft touch of her hand on his left cheek, followed by a kiss on his right cheek. “Give me a call in several weeks to discuss how you are doing, and then I will share, if necessary, the secrets of the complex concepts of pursuing French women that you could not possibly know since you are not French.”

Georgette’s bus stop was next. She bent over and again gave a kiss to each of Svein’s cheeks, and simply said “Au revoir mon fils.I await your call”, as she laid the parasol on his lap. She stood up, pulled the “stop” chord and exited the bus.

9. Freedom

Svein eyed the parasol with skepticism. Really? could a small umbrella, … parasol … whatever, charm a French woman. That didn’t make sense to him. Swedish women are too practical for such fanciful charms. But, then again, there is nothing to be lost with taking the parasol to the celebration at the Pompidou Center tomorrow night.

This was the weekend encompassing the le 14 Juillet, a.k.a. Bastille Day, the beginning of the French Revolution in 1789. The military parade (the oldest in Europe) would again take place along the Avenue des Champs-Elysées, as it had for the last 230 years. Svein had enjoyed this display of arms and military personnel the last 2 years while he was attending the Sorbonne. This parade was so flamboyant compared to the subdued military presence in Sweden. The first parade he attended was also when he first met Claire, with whom he would have an engaging and wonderful relationship, that is, until several weeks ago at a café in Place des Vosges. He had walked out on Claire when they got into a heated discussion about demonstrations at the Sorbonne. Claire had become too liberal for him … or rather … he had simply ignored their conflicting characteristics in the early part of their otherwise romantic relationship. Indeed, love can be blind at first. Svein enjoyed structure and abhorred meaningless discontentment. Claire was of the opposite mindset. With the demonstration, he had had enough of her misguided judgment, and walked out of the café leaving the remains of his café crème and croissant.

Leaving Claire was a desperate action by Svein given his more moderate personality as a Swede. He was indeed a certifiable WASP (white, Anglo-Saxon, protestant) by nature if not nationality, meaning that he did everything that had to be done without assistance, i.e., he was self-sufficient.

Whereas Bastille Day celebrates the pursuit of Freedom for the citizens of France, for Svein it was the beginning of his freedom from Claire and her overly liberal ways. Actually, as it turned out, it was the beginning of freedom for him as well from his overly conservative, Swedish-driven WASP attitude. This attitude had inhibited him throughout his adult years as to freely enjoying and accepting the differences in the human race across the globe.

The cocktail celebration was being held at the Brasserie Georges located atop the Pompidou Center. Matched only by the Eiffel Tower and Sacre Coeur in Montmartre as to the expansive view of Paris. Without any stated dress code, only a few were not dressed in some assortment of blue, white, and red of France’s flag. Fortunately, as it turned out, Svein was dressed in faded blue jeans and an open-collar linen shirt that hung down over his waist. Svein entered at 9 PM and went directly to the bar, his security blanket. He ordered a “martini, straight up, with olives.” The bartender, cocked his head, and indeed a few moments later delivered a glass of warm white vermouth with nicoise olives. So, so wrong was this drink, that Svein then remembered that “Martini” in the US referred to gin or vodka, and not the vermouth maker. Refusing the “martini”, he then asked for a Manhattan. The bartender was still confused as to what that was. Finally, they settled on pastis on the rocks. Svein was now social drinking French style. Given his out-of-place garb, only a neon sign on his head displaying “I am Not French” could have been clearer to everyone there.

Next to him was an attractive, short hair, 30-something lady in a long clinging gown of the appropriate colors. He was well familiar with the svelte and cool French-standard madam when staying at the French Rivera during July and August. He found them to be indifferent to his casual dress style and pragmatic conversation without solicitous comments. Nonetheless, he turned to the lady and introduced himself, somewhat awkwardly, asking if she had enjoyed the parade in the afternoon. “Parade? What parade?” she responded. “Oh! You mean THAT display of super-charged testosterone? I mean even the female soldiers ….. How insulting to our world-renown female reputation.” … pause …. She turned sharply to link their eyes and continued. “Women parading in uniform is on the same level of insult to our culture as if our food depended on artificial flavors, instant mixes, and low-fat substitutions for dairy.” She continued, “Yes, women played a major role in the revolution, but to reduce themselves to military dress is simply too far for our culture.” Wow”, Sven thought to himself, “this is perhaps the most passionate and outspoken French lady I have ever met.” She abruptly stood up and said she needed a cigarette and would be back shortly. Quickly Svein responded “Can I join you on the observation deck?”

One point that Svein had noted about French women when in Villefranche sur Mer, is that they didn’t seem to be true to their commitments, at least not with him. There were a number of broken promises from various ladies with whom he had started conversations and ending with that they would meet with him the next night at the water-front bar in the Hotel Welcome - and they didn’t show.

Withdrawing the Camels from his shirt pocket, he offered one to the lady with a “My name is Svein. I am from Sweden attending university here”. She responded, “Clearly you are not French, Monsieur given your dress and lacking linguistic skills – and Camels – REALLY!” … pause … “But, never mind, my name is Abelia, and I am French with no particular skills it seems other than to repulse French men with my aggressiveness.” Svein made eye contact, gave a slight smile, and said “I noticed! Abelia.” With that, she sat on a stool at the edge of the observation deck, and leaned back against the barrier. “I like you Svein”, while turning her head towards the Eiffel tower and inhaling on her cigarette.

Svein was now on point with this tall, unique French woman. He asked, “Should I like you?” and then turned away towards Sacre Coeur. They were now with their backs to each other. There was now silence as they finished their cigarettes. Several minutes later, Svein said quietly, “Abelia, please join me at the bar”. She turned to face him, and with a firm chin, she took his arm and back to the bar they went silent all of the way.

Sveinb ordered two flutes of Champagne without him asking what she may like. He felt that she had given him some level of respectful control over this situation. And he was SO RIGHT. What Abelia had been looking for, but continuously disappointed by French (and especially Italian) males, was respect in developing a relationship. Svein was demonstrating the possibilities. She was not the average French woman in MANY ways as Svein come to understand, and she was looking for a male that would appreciate and accept that.

To add some levity to the conversation. Svein stated that he had been told that French woman could be swooned by the present of a parasol – like Superman’s kryptonite. Abelia didn't understand the analogy. What she did know, is that she was a bit tipsy and had already gone much further in revealing herself than she had ever done before. So, she stood up, gave her business card to Svein and stated clearly “I don't need a parasol. But, I think I need you … and you MAY need me. Meet me tomorrow at Willies Wine Bar in the Opera Qtr. at 6 PM, and let's explore US. Ok?” He stood, placed his arm around her waist and pulled her against him and kissed her on each cheek, but passionately. Whispering in her left ear he said: “I will be there, and I KNOW you will also be there.”

10. Complex Simplicity

Not fully known to Svein at that time, as revealed later, he had been introduced to and enticed by a new threshold of reality by meeting Abelia. Ironically, this was a reality based upon a fascination in which he was caught up in this brief encounter. “What is the reason for this attraction… … and … why her?” he mumbled looking into his bathroom mirror the next morning. His facial shadow was now several days old and suggested a presence of physical and mental maturity that was not real. After all, his personal heritage aligned squarely with the conservative, often criticizing characteristics of his homeland. While he was proud to be a Swede, he understood that such characteristics could make him unacceptable in Paris.

As he prepared pan perdu for breakfast using thick slices of brioche fried in butter and oil, after being dipped in whipped brown eggs infused with vanilla extract and a touch of sugar, his mind continuously circulated Abelia’s comment upon departure the night before: “I don't need a parasol. But, I think I need you … and you MAY need me.” Only the sizzling of the sage pork links as squirts of pork essence would occasionally escape, would break his concentration on this extraordinary French woman. As to directness, she was similar to Swedish women in that manner. But unlike those women he knew in his past, she was also insightful as to him. His perception of Abelia was that she was the essence of ”self-actualization” as he had been introduced to in his behavioral science courses at Sorbonne. With her singular statement, she had exposed her needs openly and directly. And, in fact, she had identified a primary need of his as well. “Wow!” he said out loud.

He prepared a café crème on his De’Longhi, and with the pan perdu and maple syrup in hand, he edged into the 2-chair table on his petite 2ndfloor balcony. His deck overlooked Marche des Enfants Rouges, a 16thcentury structure that was built as an orphanage for children who wore red garb donated by the Christian churches; Hence the name. Now the complex is a gourmet food market, and it was at this time in the morning that merchants hustled to display their produce on the street-side tables and benches. It was also this time of the day that Svein so enjoyed the scent of Paris that was throughout the city. This was a scent that was a subtle mixture of floral and herbal notes that had not yet been diffused by vehicle exhaust, restaurant kitchens, and pedestrian crowds. Once the market table had been set up, he would have a second café crème and watch the city’s street maintenance crew as they opened the hydrants and swept the trash to the drains.

That afternoon, Svein was having lunch with a dear friend, Liam, from Sweden who was also attending the Sorbonne. As with any self-supporting student, Svein had a favorite sandwich shop, which for him was only two blocks from the Opera. This back-street, store-front served various versions of baguettes sandwiches. Of course, the store had the expected jambon & fromage, as well as tuna, and lettuce / tomatoes with slices of boiled eggs, a French standard. BUT, unlike any such shop known to Svein, they also had baguettes filled with a slice of coarse country paté snuggled by slices of gruyere. So simple, but yet so extraordinary – that is, with the addition of a touch of sea salt.

He decided to not discuss Abelia with Liam given the unique and sudden feelings he had. Rather, they discussed the World Soccer Cup in Nice in several weeks. Actually, Liam talked about it while Svein was concentrating on the parasol suddenly. Indeed, Abelia had been somewhat indifferent to the object. She had said quite abruptly, “I don't need a parasol.” But, she needed him. As Liam continued his diatribe on the soccer games in 2 weeks, Svein grinned noting that at least, he was more acceptable to this woman than a parasol.

In the evening Svein had arrived at Willi’s Wine bar early. It was his strategy to taste, and thereby become familiar with several wines to hopefully present a façade to the lady, a French lady, as to his lack of wine experience. He learned that white Burgundies are primarily Chardonnay, and the reds are primarily Pinot Noir. He also found the white Bordeaux’s to be too acidic and grapefruit-like as to be expected from the primary grape, sauvignon blanc. He was starting to realize, but not necessarily understand, the formality of France’s wine culture. For example, the price hierarchy of the white Burgundies based upon classification such as Grand Cru and Premier Cru. These governments designations were based upon rather subjective, century’s old geographic separations and not necessary aligned with the quality of the ‘terroir’, the essence of wine making.

Abelia arrived at 6:30, late as he expected, given her independent, if not rebellious, attitude from the night before. He had told the barman to deliver 2 kir royals on her arrival without his asking for them. Svein was taking a formidable position with her, but only to a level that he thought would not challenge her independence. Oops!, he was wrong. He had gone too far with the kir royals. She turned to the barman, “Pastis avec glacons, grand, s'il vous plaît.” The mistakes by Svein continued as he stumbled through his use of French. The breaking point was when he ordered a Pâtes not realizing it was NOT a number of patés, but rather pasta. Svein blushed at his mistake, which was his nature. But, he didn’t realize then that his mistake actually endeared himself even more to Abelia. For her, Svein didn’t exhibit, yet alone, possess the arrogance, pretentious characteristics of the French or Italian men with whom she normally associated.

Not recognizing Abelia’s increasing interest in him, he struggled to strike a chord with this lady. Svein pulled out the parasol and offered it to Abelia with a quirky smile and a sense of seriousness as a demonstration of his interest in her. He simply stated, “I have this lovely Parasol that I came across recently that is better kept by a lovely Parisian woman such as yourself, rather than myself. I offer this parasol that you said you don’t need, but that you may need me at some point. This is my amuse bouche for our forthcoming relationship I trust, if you will.” That was the closure for Abelia. She adored the complex simplicity of this monsieur. She perceived that he was an individual that would be comfortable in his native environment, but willing to struggle to find acceptance in Parisian society. Abelia accepted the parasol gracefully with a smile but without comment. She realized that Svein didn’t need to be rejected on such a simple offering given that she was use to much more impressive, yet fatuous, gifts from her numerous courtiers.

The evening at Willi's was somewhat awkward at first for Svein, given his errors, but absolutely captivating for Abelia. She sensed his apparent concern as to his performance. So, being the independent woman as she was, she got up from the table, approached Svein, and slowly licked off his meringue mustache from the ille flotant dessert they had just finished. She stepped back, tilted her head as in making a closer examination, and said “I missed a spot” and then bent over again to sensually kiss his lips. Now, she was in control. He had played the role the night before, but Abelia, was now directing their relationship. This is what she did very well given the opportunity with the right male.

Abelia was not willing to go further with Svein that evening. With an additional, but lighter kiss, and a touching of his left thigh, she said that she would be at the main entrance to Pére Lachaise cemetery at 5 PM tomorrow. She walked out, but looked back at him with parasol twirling on her shoulder. Indeed, he was watching her exit, and she threw a kiss with a flirting twist of her hips as she exited Willi's.

11. A 'WildE' Life

Abelia awaken at 8 the next morning to the light rain on the railed deck of her 2ndfloor apartment. Weather permitting, she kept her French doors to the deck open, as well as the windows. She also had no curtains blocking those doors or any windows. Sleeping, and moving through her apartment was usually done wearing only a thong. French women of her generation were not to be constrained by unnecessary clothing. Occasionally, when she would pass by the opened French doors, she would hear a whistle of approval from an apartment across the way from a young, rather handsome male, most likely a student. She would turn towards him, give a twirl and continue on with her business. Obviously, he was not French in that he never approached her in the street … or left a bottle of Bordeaux at her door. “His loss”, she said to the mirror in the hallway in passing as she turned to view her profile.

In her postage stamp of a kitchen she first made a café crème and proceeded to prepare her Parisian-style omelet that had been slowly cooked in a smattering of butter and filled with jambon, gruyere, and diced green peppers. Her omelets were particularly good with a velvety texture given the addition of water and heavy cream when vigorously beating the eggs. The omelet would sit for a moment on the plate as she split, buttered, and then toasted a croissant. Her jam of choice was that of rhubarb, spiced with orange peel and a touch of cinnamon; a recipe from her youth in Provence. It was at a small table by the French doors, that she enjoyed her petit déjeuner and mentally set up her schedule for the day only. The evening plans were rarely planned and left to happenstance as the day progressed. But this day was different. She had a full day’s schedule.

She toyed with her omelet as she reflected on the night before with Svein and the kiss that was so gentle, yet pressing. Her initiation of that kiss was unusual for a young French woman in Paris. Maybe in Nice or Provence with the influence of those ‘unrefined gypsies’, it may be acceptable there. However, Svein had responded in kind and, as per her spontaneous suggestion, she was determined to meet Svein at 5 at the main entrance to Pére Lachaise cemetery.

Before noon Abelia had decided that a picnic at the Parc floral de Paris would be most delightful. The rain had long past, and she went to the local market to pick up 3 granny smith apples, saucisson sec, double-crème brie, and brioche rolls. At the wine shop she bought a bottle of Languedoc blanc given both its excellent complexity and reasonable price. While she was an excellent cook well practiced in country French cuisine, the fact of being single shied her away over recent years from so many recipes that were meant for family. So, this was to be a very simple picnic, that is, except for the dessert. The apples were to be used for a rustic apple galette in which she excelled given what she had learned as a youth. Specifically, when making the crust, freeze the butter, and use a grater to shave small pieces into the flour mixture with only the minimum of ice water added to pull the dough together. Lastly, chill the dough for several hours to develop the archipelago of butter patches that provide for the crisp, flakey final product.

She had a stylish, but practical, weaved picnic basket that she had purchased several years earlier at the home store of Galleries Lafayette. Into it she placed the wine that was well chilled and contained in an insulated, stainless steel vessel, and then the galette. She had rejected bringing a salad, as would normally be expected, because of her insistence on serving salad directly from the fridge to ensure the crispness and lightness of the mâche lettuce. What she purposely did not do was to bring Dijon mustard for the sandwiches. That would to be too much for the Swede, she thought. Just some freshly made mayonnaise would do. Lastly, she grabbed the parasol and placed it in the basket with a single lily.

Several arrondissements away, Svein had awakened at 10:30 with a hangover. After Abelia’s departure from Willi's Wine Bar the night before, he had stayed for several more glasses of red Bordeaux, very foolishly followed by a shot of absinthe. “What was I thinking?” he mumbled as he lumbered out of his bed. His mind was turning over to make sense of what he remembered of the evening as to the following:

Abelia ACTUALLY met him at Willi's. He had had some doubts about that happening;
This French woman came on to him;
He was to meet her at the Pére Lachaise cemetery at 5. “Really?” he thought “a cemetery?.”

He dressed, went to the café across the street from his apartment, shoved down a chocolate croissant and drank a double espresso with the thought that the caffeine would reduce the hangover pain. Having been caffeine free for a year or so, the double espresso was a sure cure for such moments. He was off to class.

He met up with Liam after class and discussed the occurrences of the night before. Liam explained to Svein that the Pére Lachaise cemetery that Abelia had mentioned was indeed a very distinguished location for romance and reflection in Paris. Other than the disquietly, attractive setting of the cemetery with its complexity of paths, the major draw, especially for older women, was that both Jimmy Morrison and Oscar Wilde are buried there. “Make sure you go to the tomb of Oscar Wilde. Its amazing.” Liam added before they separated. At 4:30 Svein had changed into comfortable jeans and his favorite loose linen shirt, and headed to the Metro.

They both arrived at the main gate of Pére Lachaise cemetery within minutes of each other. Again, Abelia took “control” upon meeting Svein, by lowering her basket to the ground followed by placing her arms around his waste, pulling him in and kissing him on both cheeks with a “prrrrrrrrr” in his right ear. Svein wasted no time in pressing her more firmly to his body and simply whispering “Oui!.” He held her for a moment more and then grabbed and held onto her hands as he twirled her around and away and back to him again. He let go of her hands and with both of them facing each other, he looked towards to the ground and humbly said: “I have been thinking about you today.” Abelia, reached out and raised his face to look directly into her eyes saying softly: “Qui monsieur. You have been on my mind as well.” They both paused staring at each other. Svein broke the silence: “What’s with the basket?” She responded: “This is our picnic for the evening that we will enjoy in a park not far from here. But first, I want to share something with you in the cemetery that speaks to the romantic spirit of Paris for so many different types of lovers.” She continued, I welcome you to walk with me to the tomb of Oscar Wilde. Are you familiar with his writings … and with his lifestyle?” Svein responded: “Somewhat. I did read The Picture of Dorian Gray with his amazing use of paradox after paradox. I also remember some points regarding his lifestyle. But, continue Mademoiselle”. Abelia did so: “There is a particular reason that I want you to see this tomb that we will discuss during the picnic. By the way, the French government prohibits the use of ‘mademoiselle’ in official documents. Only Madame is appropriate. The Republic wants there to be no suggested discrimination in approaching women based upon age.” “Oops!’ Svein responded only to get the most charming smile from Abelia as she said softly “You may try using ‘Chérie’ ”

With her arm tucked into Svein’s, they entered the cemetery and walked up the path that led to Oscar Wilde’s tomb. On the way Abelia noted that there are 800,000 souls buried in the cemetery including celebrated individuals such as Jim Morrison, Chopin, Moliere, and Edith Piaf. As they approached Oscar Wilde’s, Svein stopped suddenly taking in the visual of the striking, 12 ft. soaring figure sculpted from a 20 ton of very fine, marble-like limestone. To him, the figure exhibited both Indian and Egyptian influences. Abelia noted: “Besides the celebrity of the encased soul, the tomb is also known for it having been once covered with lip marks by thousands of women and men. However, due to the increasing erosion of the limestone used, the lip marks were removed in 2011 with the tomb encased in a glass structure.” As they moved closer towards the front of the tomb, what Svein first believe to be smear marks were in fact lip marks on the glass, of course, with several brief messages. Abelia remained silent waiting for Svein’s comment as he slowly translated some of the brief messages. After several minutes, Svein turned and faced Abelia with a “Hmmmmmmmm!” He reached to take her right hand in his, and said: “Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle, ahhhh Chérie”… pause … “I am anxious for the contents of your basket … and I am anxious to discuss this experience with you as you suggested, especially given some of the comments on the glass”. He continued, “Is there anything else you would like me to see or know at this point?” She shook her head as she reached into her basket and pulled out the parasol. She opened it and flipped it into the air so as it would float down through the open top of the structure and land next to the tomb. “I expect that after our picnic conversation, that you will agree to my leaving this parasol there for it to be retrieved and enjoyed by another Wilde enthusiast. She pulled him around and they held hands walking towards the exit.

It was a comfortable walk to the Parc floral de Paris. They were entering from the West on the way to the Le Bosquet restaurant. They passed through the Jardin Des Papillions with Abelia being disappointed with such few butterflies present. At the restaurant, they turned to go down the lush green grass slopes to the artificial lake dotted by Swans. Abelia pulled out a blanket, and gave it to Svein to layout while she emptied the basket. First, she pulled out the lily, raised it her nose, and then threw it at Svein as would a young girl flirting. “First, we have some wine Chérie” as she opened the vessel and poured two glasses. They clinked their glasses and sipped the wine. Next she pulled out the brioche rolls, slices of saucisse-sec, and the brie and proceeded to make 2 sandwiches. Svein reached for his cell phone to capture this activity. But, Abelia turned and said “No! No! Cherie. To take pictures now would suggest no future memories.” She really wasn’t being that serious, but Svein put the phone back in his pocket.

While enjoying the sandwiches, Abelia started the all-revealing conversation to be. “Svein, did you find any of the messages on the tomb to be of particular interest to you … or to us possibly?” Svein was not sure about her question as to it having particular relevance. “Well, yes annnnnnnd no.” He continued in a moment, “It seems that you are testing or challenging me in someway. If you are wishing to understand my position on homosexuality, then I will say that I am not of that nature, but do not have any negative feelings about such sexuality. I mean really!, my gay friends for the most part in Sweden and at the university are such via nature. I have two very dear friends that may have been nurtured in some fashion, but that is not important. They are all dear for me and part of my life.” Abelia reached out and held Svein’s left hand as she took a long drink of the wine. She turned to face Svein and said “Actually, Chérie, my first name was Abel before the transformation”. Svein smiled, picked up his glass and said “Cool! Now, about that galette.”

12. Memories Never Forgotten

The rain in Paris for several days had driven the public to the metros even though for many the buses were the favorite transport given less crowds and particularly scenic routes. Arguably, the most favorite bus routes were those along the Champs Elyse’s as well as Montmartre in which is located Sacrê-Coure, a roman catholic church and minor basilica that is the 2nd most visited monument in Paris. As the highest point in Paris, it is not only an endearing religious symbol to Parisians since 1885, but also associated historically with politics and culture.

Josh and Jane (referred to collectively as the ‘Js” by their friends) only had 2 full days remaining in Paris before returning to San Francisco. They both were children of the 60’s music scene, and the social, mental, and physical liberties associated with the flower children of that time period and that City in particular. Jim Morrison, as the leader of the Doors, was their idol, and on this trip they were determined to visit his grave at Pere Lachaise. They had actually brought their tied-died shirts and jeans from that period. Granted, Bill was stretching the limits of the shirt, and beyond that for the jeans by leaving the 2 top buttons open. Jane had actually loss some mass over the years given the toll of cigarette smoking on her physique. But, with no concern as to their presence on Paris’s streets (they were both shameless and unpretentious Americans in their 70s), they put on their shirts and bell-bottom jeans and headed for the Metro.

The rain had reduced to a mist and neither brought an umbrella. Subconsciously, in their opinion, that would be insulting to their half-century ‘flower child’ mindset. They entered Pere Lachaise and made their way to Morrison’s tomb via a complexity of the paths of the 107-acre property. The direct path they chose went past the tomb of Oscar Wilde, and the massiveness of that tomb with the 12 ft. soaring figure could not be ignored. They stopped to take in the structure. Neither really knew who this Wilde guy was, amazingly, and Josh pulled out his iPhone to Google. As he did so, Jane noticed the open parasol in the corner next to the tomb behind the glass structure that had been abandoned. She pointed out the parasol to Josh, but he was indifferent to that comment even though she suggested that retrieving that item would be a great remembrance of their visit there. He looked up from his phone, noticed the position of the parasol within the glass structure as well as the narrow gap between the ground and the bottom of the glass and said: “Really Jane?” With a negative tone, he continued: “Indeed, Mr. Wilde was an extraordinary writer of his time as I just Googled. But, let it lay and go on to our idol”. She hesitantly agreed, and in several minutes, they were where they had planned to be.

Jane had mixed and brought their favorite beverage in the 60’s, ‘Purple Passion’ made from grape juice and vodka to properly set the stage from that time. They sat, they drank excessively and took some hits to reflect on their memories of their Doors’ concerts. This moment was so pleasurable for them, given that this trip was an absolute stepping-stone in their life. They finished their drinks, stood, and bowed towards the tomb. Down the hill they proceeded to exit, again passing Wilde’s tomb.

Upon approaching Oscar Wilde’s tomb, Jane grabbed Josh’s right hand to stop and turn again to take one last view of that exotic structure. Again, Jane said with slurred speech given the last half hour, that the parasol had become even more important to her. This desire had nothing to do with Oscar Wilde actually, but rather the true beauty of the parasol enhanced by their lack of sobriety. So, in the least stable way, Josh got down on his knees and used a loose branch he found to attempt to reach the parasol and drag it to the side of the glass structure. No luck there, and Jill began to giggle increasingly at his efforts became more ridiculous. Given his body style, his effort reminded Jane of a beached whale which added to her joviality. Josh finally gave up, stating that retrieving the parasol was an impossibility.

It was noon, and the cemetery’s maintenance crews were beginning their work shifts. As such, Roget was on duty and approaching the tomb to sweep up the trash from the weekend. He noticed Josh on his knees and rushed to his side saying, “Stop! Stop!, what are you doing.” It was clear to Roget that these were tourists by their unusual dress and their ridiculous actions. His thought was that only “ugly Americans’ would be so lacking of humility and presence of mind, or with too much arrogance or ignorance, to be so disrespectful to tombs. He was right, and he wanted to bring a halt to whatever was going on. Fortunately, Roget spoke better English than Josh or Jill did French.

Jill was still giggling as Josh was attempting to stand and at the same time brush off his bell-bottoms. Being the more stable of the two, Jill responded to Roget that they were attempting to retrieve the parasol that clearly had been abandoned. Roget, looked sternly at the two and said “Move on Monsieur and Madame. You have no rights here. Not even Parisians would attempt what you are trying.” As such, Jill took a hold of Josh’s arm, pointed her chin sternly downhill, and they proceeded singing their favorite Door’s song, ‘Riders on the Storm’.

Roget was not particularly interested in the parasol, but understood that others would make such attempts to retrieve it. The Parasol had to be removed sooner rather than later. However, the key to the glass structure was back in his office, and with a mumble of “Stupid Americans” he walked back to get the key. He returned 15 minutes later to find a young couple also attempting to retrieve the parasol. “Mon Dieu” he said out loud before yelling at the couple to leave. Roget was an older gentleman with little patience, and called his wife, Sandra, to let out his angst. She asked about the parasol as to style and colors as she had a particular interest that at first confused Roget. He responded in detail in an indifferent fashion, followed by her directing for him to bring it home. “It will be a perfect item to add to my wares to sell this Saturday at the my kiosk.” So he did.

Antiquaire Brocant Paris was arguably the most charming, if not prestigious, flea market in Paris that was visited by all classes given the variety of discarded or antique articles of the rich society of Paris that shifted endlessly in the years in furnishings and clothes to stay in style. Sandra had a small kiosk there where she spends her weekends picking up the extra income needed to support that of her husband to afford their apartment in the Marais that they both adored. This area, other than including the Hotel de Ville, was also a gay-friendly neighborhood. They really enjoyed the lively nightly spirit that prevailed into the late hours on the streets and the tucked away squares with resident-only cafes and restaurants. The Seine was the Southern border for the Marais, with 2 bridges to the islands Cite and St. Louis that left the Marais spirit behind.

Upon returning to his apartment, Roget presented the parasol to Sandra. He did so by twirling it on his shoulder and turning around as she opened the door. “Really Roger?” she said in a whimsical manner, as he entered and going to his knee to offer the parasol over his left arm as if it was a gift presented to a Queen. “Stand Monsieur, and be recognized by your Mistress”, as she relieved him of the item. Known only to themselves, fantasy had been a key aspect of their 25-year marriage and their 27-year romance. Back to business, Sandra inspected the parasol noting the Hernes’ tag. “I will assuredly sell this on Saturday at my kiosk, and we will use the €s or so to enjoy dinner at Brasserie Gallopin”, their favorite for classical French cuisine and service – but only in the back room unknown to many that was reserved primarily for the informed.

On Saturday Sarah was at her kiosk at 7:30 in the morning setting up for the day. Her primary wares were copper kitchen pans, antique, carved hardwood picture frames, and various watercolor paintings and aged photos of Paris and Parisians. She figured that she would get at least 80 €s for the parasol given the Hermes tag and its excellent condition. She placed it in a prominent position on one of the tables closet to the walkway. The crowds had been light that day, and the parasol had received relatively little attention before noon.

One print she had for sale was a B/W portrait of a family from roughly the 30’s. The stiff parents stood with their arms around a girl with the Arc de Triumphant in the background. In placing that picture next to the parasol, Sarah reflected on her deepest sadness in her 25 years of marriage, and in her life. At that time Sarah and Roget had lost their first and only child due to delivery complications. Gloria would be about the age of the girl in the portrait. Sarah felt a shiver in her body as she shook her head to rid herself of the thought. It didn’t work as she took a handkerchief to her moist eyes. After 24 years since the birth and passing of Gloria, Sarah was incapable of avoiding the heartbreak.

It was now 2 in the afternoon and Sarah had just finished her croque monsieur and flask of gaseous water she had brought with her. Unlike any city in the world, Paris is known not only for the purification and taste of its public water, but also the free availability of gaseous water in several parts of the city.

A woman with a young girl was approaching her kiosk. Clearly, by their dress, they were locals and relatively poor at that. She thought, “Really? what are they doing here?” Given their velvety, milk chocolate skin, she guessed them to be recent immigrants to France given the rush of Africans to escape the horror of their homeland. Once in front of the table, the woman said in broken French “Parle vous Anglaise?’ Sarah said “Oui” followed by “How I may help you Madame and your daughter.” Relieved that she could continue in English, the woman said “My daughter and I have been here for 2 years without my husband, her father, Now, we are preparing for his arrival in several weeks in that he has just received his work visa. He has not seen his daughter since our departure, and I want to present to him the beauty of our new life and his daughter.” “Surely”, Sarah interrupted, “being in the presence of you two will be all of the beauty he needs.” “Yes, of course you are correct Madame” with the woman speaking closely to Sarah. “But it is my daughter’s desire that she presents a ‘special” first image to her father”. Speaking even softer, “She has, … ah … matured recently, and her Papa is the light of her life.” The mother continued, “I am looking for a Fleur de Lys pendantor piece of jewelry to add to her clothing.” Sarah asked hesitantly: “Madame, how much do you want to spend.” The mother paused and said “I am willing to spend at most €15 for such an item. The mother was well familiar with bartering, but with her daughter at her side she wanted to make her best offer with what she had.

Sarah didn't even expect that amount given the condition of the two. She started her response with “Madam, I really don’t have such offerings given the type of items that I sell. But, two kiosks down is an attractive display of jewelry that may be of interest to you and your daughter.” As she said this, she noted that the daughter had picked up the parasol, and had immediately opened it with an outburst of pure joy. Her mother turned to see her daughter’s face, and then turned back to Sarah. “Will you take €12 for this petite, impractical umbrella?” Reflecting again that Gloria would have been about the age of this girl before her, her emotions welled up inside her. She paused for a moment as she looked away, and then back. At this point in her emotions she would have made a present of the Parasol to the girl. But as a merchant, Sarah respected the art of bartering and maintaining the respect of each party in the transaction. “Sorry, I cannot accept less than €18.” The mother replied “Please Madame, I am a very hard working woman for my daughter, and ask that you accept only that which I have, which is €15. given that I need bus fare to return home.” Sarah smiled at the girl well speaking with the mother. “Very well Madame, the petite umbrella, which we refer to as a ‘parasol’, is yours for €15.”

On returning home that evening, Roget asked Sarah how the day had gone, especially regarding the parasol, as he was thinking about which plat he would order at the restaurant. Before she could respond, he went on to say he could at that moment imagine the taste of his favorite plat, Poitrine de cochon rôtie au romarin. “Of course I will order a serving of gratin dauphinois.” Although a favorite potato dish throughout France, gratin dauphinois was most unusual at this restaurant for its engaging creamy texture. During a previous visit, he had asked for the recipe, and the Chef explained that there was particular potato from Northern France that, when baked with heavy cream (with a touch of nutmeg), produced a melted gruyere flavor in the layered potatoes. “Lastly!”, he continued I will have tarte tatin, avec glaces vanilla this time instead of Chantilly.”

Sarah sat down at the kitchen table across from him. She explained the situation and waited for his response. Roget looked took up his iPhone, and simply said “Well, we haven’t been to La Bousssole on the rive gauche for a while. I will make a reservation for 8:30 since they don’t even open until 8.” I do like the roti pouet, and the gratin dauphinois is actually quite good given that they shamelessly add Gruyere.” There was a moment of silence before he stood up and pulled Sarah into his arms: “I understand, and I love your dearly. We are both sad with our remembrances, but we are OK Chérie, Oui?.”

13. Marketing Icon

Two Saturdays later at the brocant, the woman (in full burka) and her daughter reappeared at Sarah’s kiosk at noon. But this time, the father was with them. In excellent English, given it being the primary language of his country, he said: “Madame, my name is Ahmed and this is my wife Norhan and our daughter Anna.” As a Muslim man, he did not extend his hand to a woman, but instead put this two hands together in the fashion to represent honor and peace. Sarah said, “My name is Sarah, and I am glad to see that you are able to reunite with your family here.” She continued, “Anna was so charming to my eyes, and with mixed feelings, reminded me of my daughter that passed away at birth and would have been of nearly the same age as her.” She picked up a serviette, turned away and patted her eyes. Ahmed continued: “In my country, I was a merchant of fine textiles, and I recognized the quality of the parasol you sold to Norhan for Anna, as well as the Herme’s label. She also told me the price of 15€ that she paid.” He continued, I am a very honest and proud merchant and sell AND buy with integrity. Hence, I was concerned until now why you had sold the parasol for what you did, but I now understand. That was very gracious of you Madame. Merci beaucoup!” He turned to

Anna and said “You may keep the parasol now my child.” Anna turned to Sarah, smiled and brought her hands together with a sweet bow. Sarah noticed that all were dressed much more handsomely and colorfully than before. Norhan’s burka had striking colors included rather than the expected pure black for Muslim women. Notably, Sarah said: “Given your burka Norhan, I guess you are a Muslim from West Africa …. perhaps Morocco?” “Madame, you are very close. Actually, Algeria. What you see of the colors in my burka are traditional in my country to distinguish us from Muslim women elsewhere.” She continued: “Since Ahmed’s arrival last week, he has been visiting various brocants as a possible business for him to import the fine textiles that exist in Western Africa. I suggested to Ahmad that we come here to seek your thoughts on how to do that.”

Sarah paused because she thought that such a pursuit would be very difficult for immigrants given the tradition of the established brocants across Paris. While Paris was a mixture of so many cultures, especially those of their ex-territories, she believed there was clearly an unspoken social hierarchy of some mixture of wealth, education, and nationality. Sarah started, “Ahmed, I don't really think I can advise you well. I am French, and you are not, and therefore you may experience great difficulty to obtaining a kiosk in a traditional brocant where the best opportunity is.”

“Oui!, Madame. I expected as much. “But,” as he stood closer to her with a generous smile and a scent of cinnamon and clove, “I wish to show you the cloth that I can bring to Paris as well as the products of artesian seamstresses in my country that can deliver extraordinary women fashions that I believe cannot be found with the traditional merchants along Rue de Honere, for example.” He paused and then sitting even closer, he pulled out a well-worn, leather-bound portfolio of his wares. He paused as he handed the portfolio to Sarah. “Madame, this is the age of brilliant colors across the globe, and I believe my wares can find a, what you say, ‘fraise” market here. BUT, I need to display them away from the traditional merchants. I believe this brocant can be an excellent start.” Sarah clumsily open the portfolio, and surprising herself with a glee, said “Amazing! Ahmed” She continued to turn the pages of scarfs, headdresses, flowing gowns and skirts that whirled with excitement in her mind. What she saw was not the haute cuisine of Paris in fashion shows, but the extraordinary assortment of garments that, in her opinion, would catch the eye of the majority of Parisian women looking for affordable distinction in their daily activities.

Sarah quickly shifted into business mode, and she placed the serviette on the table and looked directly into Ahmed’s eyes. Her mind considered the empty kiosk next to her, and she said “I have an interesting proposition for you … and me. Permit me to seek out some information and come back to me in 2 days here.” I can tell you now that the marketing of what you have will be based on the fine quality and extraordinary colors of the parasol. That will be our symbol of exciting, swirling, but affordable fashions for the majority of Parisian women.

Sarah extended her hand to Ahmed, which initiation was acceptable to Muslim men, and he accepted it in a most appropriate fashion. She said au revoir to Norhan and blew a kiss to Anna – who returned it as well. Sarah then said directly to Anna that she would like her to draw several pictures of the parasol, simply and with many colors. Anna was surprised, but delighted with this request, and said she would do so. Norhan agreed.

Two days later, Ahmed appeared alone to meet with Sarah. He explained that Norhan was introducing Anna to her new school that day. Sarah bowed slightly to welcome him and said that she had spoken with the management of the brocant. “I have great news.” She started. “The management had no issues with me expanding my kiosk. “But”, she noted. “they did not question me as to why, apparently assuming that it would simply be an extension for my current wares.” Ahmed understood the opportunity, and also some risk to Sarah, as to what she was offering. “Madame” he started. Sarah interrupted “Sarah, please”, “You are being very kind and helpful. Also” he smiled, “Anna has been busy painting various parasols with water colors. I must say as a proud father, that she has several that are extraordinary and that will represent a fresh appearance for our offerings.” Sarah smiled, “I figured that would be the case. I could see creativity in her eyes … as well as her pleasure to please you. So! you three come back Saturday and we will make this happen.”

That evening, on her way home she stopped at her favorite patisserie near the Louvre and purchased a baguette and 2 servings of Baba au Rhum for desert. Once home, she made blanc de veau, her husband’s favorite plat of hers, and opened an extraordinary Sancerre. He was just finishing his plat by dipping a piece of baguette into the remaining cream sauce. Sarah, turned to him as she stood up from the table; “I have some very exciting news to share with you, Chérie. But, first dessert, avec Chantilly, and a verre petite of 2008 Chateau D’Yuem.” This late harvest wine she had purchased when she first opened the kiosk.

14. Accepting

On hearing Sarah’s news, Roget remained silent for several minutes. At first, his lack of immediate entusiasm disappointed her. But Roget had never been an ambitious type, actually quite conservative, as she experienced when she first announced her desire to open the kiosk 8 years ago. He took a rather long sip of the desert wine and turned to her. “Sarah, why are you doing this? The textile and clothing markets are unknown to you. And, you have no true knowledge of this family, their history, their background … and they are Muslim!” She immediately snapped: “Muslim!? What are you suggesting? Muslims in this country are a major, and essential part of our culture and economy now.” Roget put his hands to his forehead and said quietly: “But”. She snapped again: ”BUT WHAT?” The silence was deafening for several minutes. Sarah tempered her anger, and started to speak slowly, softly, but determined. “It is clear that Ahmed, the father, is an extraordinary individual, both as to personal and business ethics. He presented to me a portfolio of textiles and clothing unlike that we have in Paris, at least, for which he is well established in West Africa to procure and deliver. For me the blending of quality material, design, and price is amazing. The only risk for me is to address the prejudice and small minds of other kiosks in the brocant with their pretentious attitudes. I care nothing for that possibility.” Roget looked at her directly: “So! you are willing to risk your successful kiosk to associate with Ahmed and his wares?” Sarah snapped again: “ABSOLUTELY!” Roget paused, shook his head slightly as in clearing his thoughts and then said: “So be it Chérie”. He smiled endearingly. “Some more of that extraordinary wine, S'il vous plaît ”

Two days later she met with Ahmed at a café in the Marais. He arrived at Noon with a bouquet of lilies, which by Islam traditions, is only meant for funerals. Sarah knew enough of Islam practices to take this as having double meaning. First, it was an offering of appreciation, but it was also a sign that he was flexible in dealing in this new environment, that is to some extent. Upon first seeing Sarah he said “Comment ca va?”. She responded in Arabic: “ ‘ana saeid”. Ahmed turned his head slightly and smiled. She had arrived earlier and was drinking a glass of rosé with glacon. Ahmed was a bit surprised by the ice in the wine: “Madame … ah ... Sarah, you put ice in your wine? “Oui Ahmed, in Provence ice is normally added to this light wine to keep it chilled given the heat”. Then she asked him to please sit, and asked if he wanted a glass of wine. He responded “Non merci Sarah.” He smiled. “A café crème would be perfect for me. I do abide by such religious practices as that.” Since their first meeting, she remained quite charmed by his character and sincerity in the words he spoke.

Ahmed opened his French men’s leather purse off his shoulder, and took out several pieces of paper. On each was a watercolor painting of a parasol. The first was an exaggerated parasol with non-uniform, extended dimensions, as one would expect of Salvador Dahi. The pastel colors where quite subdued earth tones, again Dali-ish. Sarah did not respond waiting to see the other paintings. The second painting was impressionistic, Monet-ish, with a rainbow of colors in each of the parasol’s panels that, with water colors, blended effortlessly. Again, Sarah did not respond. Ahmed was not discouraged by the lack of Sarah’s expressions. He understood and accepted her type of marketing demeanor and presented his final offering. With an air of pride, he presented Sarah with the final painting. This parasol had panels of bright, bold primary colors that amazingly blended at the edges. Additionally, as with the actual parasol, there was a border of translucent gossamer that could have been painted only with a most delicate touch … and imagination. Sarah’s eyes opened widely with a joyful “Magnifique!”, as she reached to take it from Ahmed. “Oui!, Sarah. This is my favorite as well.”

Sarah placed the painting on the table followed by both hands palms down. “Anna painted these?” “Yes!” he said with a broad smile. She continued: “First, please tell Anna that I am totally amazed with her artistic talents. There is a market there alone. Second, this painting is the basis for our marketing effort. But, for now we need to get down to a marketing plan, including financing of creating the kiosk as well as developing an inventory of your wares.” Ahmed didn’t hesitate with his response. “Sarah, as I said, I am well established in this business in Western Africa, and I have many trusted associates that will gladly support this effort both financially and with production. To be clear, Sarah, you will not have any financial risk here.” He paused, and looking directly into her eyes, he softly said: “I greatly appreciate the social issues that you are willing to take on with joining with me in this effort. We will succeed, in sha allah”. Sarah knew the ubiquitous Arabic phrase, but her faith was solely in both Ahmed and herself.

Sarah first looked down and then picked up her rosé and gently touched Ahmed’s café crème cup. “My new friend, if you are willing to accept the challenges that you face at this brocant, then I am proud to accept you as my partner. So! now we need a name for this venture.” She paused and then “I suggest ‘Anna’s Parasol’”

Ahmed stood up, smiled even more broadly and accepted Sarah’s hand

Within a month, Ahmed had taken delivery of a wide variety of colorful apparel from his associates in Liberia. As with his samples that Sarah had first seen, the clothing was of the most loose, if not swirling, designs made of the lightest of cotton weaves. The women’s clothings were bright with multi-color, geometric designs, some with sparkling trim. The men’s clothes were totally unlike the clinging designs common in Paris. The shirts were broad about the shoulders and loose along the arms. The pants were handsomely short just above the ankles and loose as well with ties at the waist without zippers. All of the clothes had a patch on the outside resembling the parasol with “Anna’s Parasol” noted just below.

TIMELINE 2

This timeline began nearly 6 years earlier in a Nubian village outside of Aswan in Upper Egypt.

I. Starting

Born and raised in the Nubian Village of Gharb Seheyl in Upper Egypt (Southern Egypt), Shaymaa was one of two siblings with an older brother, Ahmed. Their Egyptian father who had married a Nubian, Coptic Christian woman named them. Such 'mixed' marriages are very rare between these two substantially different cultures. For example, Nubians are 'village-centric' in that even marriage between villages is rare where as marrying cousins is preferred. However for Muslim women, the Quran does not permit them to marry outside of Islam. As in the case of Shaymaa's parents, Muslim men are permitted to marry women in Abraham-based religions.

To be best aligned with the village, Shaymaa was raised as a Coptic Christian. As such, the relatively relaxed restrictions of being a female Christian, versus that of a female Muslim, were a significant influence in the development of Shaymaa's character. Indeed, Shaymaa displayed an extraordinary amount of independence beginning in her early years. True to her mother's Nubian heritage, her complexion is of a radiant mahogany sheen. With her height of 6 ft., her presence is exceptional even among the beauty of Nubian women.

With her father being a rug merchant in Aswan across the Nile, she became directly involved in his business at the age of 14. As such, she quickly learned English as a third language to Nobiin and Arabic. Within a year she had been offered several positions in shops in the city. One particular offer really interested her, and with her father's blessings, she became a manager of a small fleet of the classic feluccas for rent on the Nile. It was a very profitable venture for the owner all year long. As such, within another year, she approached her father with a basic business plan to start her own felucca rental business. Her father made the purchase of 2 boats,and Shaymaa opened for business with herself and a Nubian friend, Lisib, as the handlers of the boats. By age 17, she was able to pay back the capital her father had invested as well as get a loan for 2 more feluccas.

By the age of 19, her business was flourishing, as was the male interest in her. She dated several young men, both Christian and Muslim. However, she was too independent and confident for the misogyny of Muslim males, and she was definitely against the Nubian custom of marrying cousins. While some Nubian women were working outside of the home, Shaymaa was the only woman in her village to own her business.

It was one particular evening, as she and Lisib were cleaning and securing the boats for the day, that she was approached by a rather handsome male, clearly English. With his faded blue jeans, folded cuffs stiff white shirt, and a light lavender cashmere sweater draped over his shoulders, he called out to her from the dock. "Miss, I would like to speak to the manager of these feluccas regarding a possible rental in the next several days." Shaymaa turned towards him and responded smartly: "I am the owner of these boats. What is your interest Sir?" Stunned by her beauty as she had turned to face him, he paused: "My consulting firm is in Aswan for the week, and I would like to set up a sailing day on the Nile for my team. We will require all 4 boats." Shaymaa cocked her head slightly and with a friendly smile asked: "Are any of your people qualified in handling sailing vessels in general, and Feluccas specifically. And, are any familiar with characteristics of the Nile here in Aswan?" The Englishman smiled and haughtily responded: "I am an owner of a 40ft sloop, and I can readily handle the single sail of this craft. However, as to the Nile, I have no knowledge of the river's particulars. We would clearly require at least one pilot." Shaymaa responded, "One moment Sir, and I will be there to discuss the details. She then turned to Lisib and instructed him to finish the tasks for the evening. She then made her way to the dock where the Englishman was standing. The Englishman was a bit shorter than her, and she purposely paused to look him up and down. As he held out his hand to shake hers, he said: "My name is Mr. Peter Martin." She did not offer her hand. "My name is Shaymaa. First time in Egypt Mr. Peter?" "Yes, why do you say that Ms. Shaymaa." "Mr. Peter, in this country with a majority of Muslims, a man never offers his hand to a woman first." With that said, she held out her hand, and they shook. "What in particular are your requirements as to date, time, and area of the Nile for my 4 feluccas? Also, other than a pilot, how many handlers do you require?" "Well! Shaymaa, of my party of 12, I am the only one qualified to handle the 'sheets'.", testing her knowledge of sailboat terminology, "Therefore, I see the need for 3 handlers, of which one is the pilot. Can you provide all 4 boats this Thursday in the afternoon, for 4 hours explore the West side of the Nile around the islands near the Nubian villages that I have heard so much about?" Expecting that he did not know, or even care, to barter, Shaymaa was quick to offer the 'Special Package' that she made up on the spot. "Mr. Peter, for your party of 12, I have an excellent package that is 6 hours on the Nile including a 1 hour stop in my Nubian Village for a light dinner in their style. We are Coptic Christians, and fine Egyptian wine is included with the meal." He paused: "Really?, FINE Egyptian wine?" "Yes, Mr. Peter, Egyptians produce very fine wines. Our vines are older that that of Europe, and we produce more wine each year than England. You will not be disappointed in the meal or the wine. Additionally, here is a special patio in the village were your people will be served that overlooks the Nile. Very lovely!. If we start the trip at 4, you will enjoy a phenomenal sunset view as you return to Aswan by 10." Peter hesitated as he thought about the offer. "What is the total price for this package, Ms. Shaymaa?" She did a quick summation of what she would normally charge, and then doubled the amount. "Mr. Peter, for your group of 12, 3 handlers, 4 feluccas, and a light dinner with wine, the price is 260 English Pounds or 5,200 Egyptian pounds (then-current conversion rate). If you agree, then I require a 50% non-refundable deposit in notes. I do not accept checks or credit cards." Peter was impressed with Shaymaa's presentation and firm business manners. The price seemed reasonable to him for such a large party. "Shaymaa, I agree to your price if Thursday is available." "It is Mr. Peter" at which point he pulled out his wallet and handed Shaymaa 130 English pounds. Shaymaa accepted the money and said she would be back in a moment with a receipt. With a gentle smile he said, "Shaymaa, I do not require a receipt from you, Habibi." She blushed given his forwardness in using the affectionate Arabic term for 'my dear'. "Mr. Peter, I look to seeing your party her at 4 PM on Thursday. Permit me to put my cell number on your cell phone should you need to contact me before that." Once she had done so, she handed the cell phone back to him. "Good evening Mr. Peter." "Shkran lak" (thank you) Ms. Shaymaa, I may do that." She turned and went back to her boats thinking 'Is this guy playing with me with the Arabic terms? His pronunciation was perfect. Apparently, he thinks I am a Muslim.'

That evening during dinner she informed her parents about the great contract she had closed that afternoon, including a 50% deposit. Her father smiled broadly. After dinner she went to her room to do an Internet search on Peter Martin. This cocky Englishmen intrigued her, both physically and intellectually. What she found was that this Englishmen had an international management-consulting firm based in London. Furthermore, he was apparently single and 28 years old. "Hmmmmm" she thought to herself. Before going to bed, she had thought of several ways to further engage with this fellow in addition to the scheduled trip.

She spent the early part of Wednesday setting up the light dinner for the following night. Two women in the village were engaged to do the cooking and manage the service. Additionally, her brother took responsibility for setting up the necessary furnishings on the deck where the dinner would be served. In the afternoon, she went to Aswan where the feluccas were docked. She and Lisib discussed the route to be taken Thursday on the Nile, as well as to ensure that each boat would have bottled water, ice, cups, and life jackets. All was set by 4PM, and she left to go into Aswan to relax at her favorite cafe to meet with her friends. On her way there, her phone rang. She didn't recognize the '44'-country code. She answered the call. "Ms. Shaymaa, this is Peter." Shaymaa inhaled deeply expecting there was a problem for tomorrow. "Yes?

Mr. Peter. Arrrreeee weeeee still good for tomorrow?" "Yes of course. By the way, I would prefer if you call me just 'Peter", that is if I can use just 'Shaymaa'." "Yes!, of course Peter." "Super! Shaymaa." He paused, " I have called because I would like to have dinner with you this evening if you are acceptable to my offer and available." Shaymaa paused. This was unbelievable to her and certainly not expected. "Well Peter, I am actually in Aswan now with some friends ... and I would like to join you for dinner." "Well then, is 6 ok for you at the 1902 restaurant near your boats?" "Yes! Peter I know it well. It is across from my father's rug shop. So then Peter I will see you at 6." "I am looking forward to this Shaymaa."

Shaymaa practically skipped on her way to the cafe to see her friends. When she saw them at the table, she put her hands in the air and swayed her way in. Her friends were startled at her antics. "What's up with you Shaymaa." said Jamila. "Well, my dear friends I am having dinner at 1902 in 90 minutes with this most handsome Englishman." Again Jamila, "Fantastic! But are you not a dressed a bit too casual for that restaurant?" "I just got the invitation 30 minutes ago when I was at the dock. I have. no choice at this point." The 3 friends pressed her to know about the Englishman and how this dinner came about. Shaymaa was brief in describing Peter but more forthcoming on describing the thoughts she had the previous night regarding him. She was too excited already to have her normal Italian espresso. She didn't need any caffeine at this point. She ordered a Karkade, which is the traditional tea of the Nubian culture made from the petals of hibiscus flowers. By the time it was necessary for her to go to the restaurant, she had calmed down substantially. The Karkade had worked its magic.

2. The Contract

Shaymaa was on time at the restaurant. The Maître D sighed to himself as he watched her walk in given her casual, but smart attire. The restaurant has a strict dress code for men, but not for women. He politely, but firmly asked. "What can I do for you Madam?" Speaking in English, she said "I am here as a guest of Mr. Martin." "Yes Madame. Dr. Martin has not yet arrived." Recognizing her Nubian accent and her 'appearance' of being at least 21, he continued, "I can sit you at your table if you wish?" He would have had her wait in the restaurant's entrance if he thought she was either a Muslim (therefore not proper to be within the restaurant by herself) or not 21. He led her to the table and pulled out her chair. "Madam, your waiter will be here shortly." He waived at the waiter to come. The young waiter approached her and asked what she would like to have to drink, believing that the Maître D had provided the OK by seating her. She decided to play along as to her being seated. With her very limited social French, she said. "Bonne soirée, Monsieur. Un vere de vin blanc, Egyptian, s'il vous plaît" "Yes of course Madam." The waiter returned within minutes with her glass of wine. "Merci Beaucoup, Monsieur."

Shaymaa was well into her wine when Peter arrived. He was properly dressed with khakis and a dark blue blazer. "Good evening, Shaymaa. I deeply apologize for my late arrival." Given her Nubian upbringing, she started to rise from her chair, and he placed his hand on her shoulder to have her remain seated. "Shaymaa, apparently you are not a Muslim as I thought, otherwise you would not be at this table by yourself ... and with a glass of wine." "No Peter, as I mentioned briefly yesterday, I have been raised in my Mother's Coptic Christian faith, as well as that of the Nubian village where I live ... where your team will visit tomorrow." "I am very glad you accepted my late invitation for dinner tonight." "My pleasure. Is there some point you wish to discuss regarding the trip tomorrow?" "No Shaymaa. I had a prolonged meeting with my team to tell them about tomorrow. They are very excited. As to my inviting you to dinner, I have something particular in mind that may be of interest to. you. To be candid here, as Englishmen tend to be, I am quite impressed with your evident business acuity. I am not use to that with women of your age in my country, and especially in my profession. So, I wish to know more about you for a specific reason I will describe over dinner." Shaymaa interrupted him. "Please define 'acuity' Peter." as she started to think about what might be coming in conversation. "Sorry. 'Acuity' is one of those words we use in management consulting. It sounds more captivating to our clients compared to 'intelligence' or 'brilliance' or 'intuition'." Shaymaa smiled. The waiter returned at this point and asked about cocktails or wine. Peter asked Shaymaa if she would like another glass of wine or something else. She pointed to her near-empty wine glass. He then turned to the waiter, I would love a gin and tonic using the 'kill me quickly' Nubian gin." Shaymaa interrupted, "It is known to Nubians as 'chang'aa' which translates as you said. It is quite strong, hence its name." The waiter handed a French menu to Shaymaa and then an English menu to Peter. The waiter returned to the bar. Peter noticed her French menu and said, "Well, that was a silly error on his part. I wonder why he would do that?" Shaymaa simply shrugged. When the waiter returned with the drinks, Peter said strongly, "Madam would like an English menu as well, PLEASE! The waiter had a confused expression as he looked directly at Shaymaa. "Yes Sir, I will be right back with an English menu for Madam."

Peter started his inquiry. "Shaymaa, please tell me about your life in your village and Aswan. I would like to hear about your educational background and how you started your business as well." She started to talk about her childhood and working in her father's store but stopped when the waiter handed her an English menu. "Merci Beaucoup, Monsieur", she said with a wink. Peter then asked the waiter to come back in 10 minutes to take their order. "Please continue Shaymaa. Also, may I ask your age.?" "Well Peter, first of all, I am 24", thinking that her actual age of 19 may be an issue for whatever he had in mind. "When I was nearly 16, I started the felucca rental business. I had already spent a year managing another rental business. It did very well all year long given our weather, and I decided to try it myself. Within 2 years I was able pay back my father for the initial 2 boats and then go to the bank for a loan to buy 2 more - as you have seen." "That is fantastic Shaymaa. As to education, what is your background." This was not something she would lie about because it would be simple for her to be found out. "I graduated from the Nubian Village Academy and have not advanced any further. My business requires so much of my time, and further education seemed useless during that time. However, I'm thinking of hiring a manager, perhaps my brother Ahmed, to free me to attend Aswan University". This was good news for what Peter was thinking about. "What major will you be seeking?" "It will most likely be Merchandizing, but perhaps Finance." "I like that Shaymaa. From what I can already tell, you should be a natural for either. Let's order first, and then I may have an idea for you to consider. So, what do you suggest for dinner?" "Since you will have traditional Nubian cuisine tomorrow, I suggest a dish for which 1902 is well known. As you may know, Pigeon is a popular dish in this country. Typically it is stuffed with a rice mixture. However, there is very little meat on the pigeons we have here. So, I suggest we order a double portion of the pigeon ravioli with fig/raisin sauce" Peter coughed slightly and then motioned to the waiter to come to the table. Their order was placed along with a bottle of the vin blanc. Indeed the chang'aa was strong, and Peter wanted to be clear in their discussion during dinner.

"My team's purpose in Aswan is to identify and support the product and marketing efforts by several firms that are in the process of establishing their business in the international market. My team consists of experts in critical areas such as international marketing, financial analysis, tariffs, etc. However, my team is missing one critical component. We don't have an onsite individual to handle the day-by-day interactions with our clients here." As he was talking, she took notice of his consistent use of the phrase 'My team'. She liked this greatly as to his apparent management style of being inclusive ... instead of just saying 'I'. She found herself staring at his lips as he talked. She was thinking, 'He is such a handsome man'. As such, her mind was wandering a bit when he said: "Shaymaa, I am interested in you being our onsite liaison with our customers here." He stopped there and waited for Shaymaa to respond, She didn't respond immediately since her mind was still on this fellow. Until meeting Peter, she had never felt any particular interest in the males with which she interacted professionally or socially. She blinked and looked directly at him. "What did you just say?" "I said that I would like you to be part of the team as the onsite liaison." She paused and simply said "Wow". He continued, "Considering what you have already told me, you would be available once you found a manager for your boats." He paused for a moment while that sank it. "AND, I will pay your tuition at the university for you to obtain your degree." "WOW!' as she sat back in her chair taking the glass of wine. She then sat up straight and close to the table and then looked directly into his eyes. "Why are you doing this Peter? You barely know me." "Shaymaa, I need a local here as our liaison, and I fully trust my perception of you. You ARE extraordinary, Habibi." Once again, he had used the affectionate term for 'my dear'. No Muslim male would have said that so early in this developing relationship. That was a red flag for her.

At this point, the waiter returned with both the bottle of wine and two pearl colored plates and silver utensils. He placed the plates and utensils and then asked Peter if he wished to taste the wine. Peter staring directly at Shaymaa said, "Madam will do the tasting." Shaymaa was glad to have this moment to reflect on what Peter said as she lifted the glass of wine and tasted it. She looked at the waiter and said with another wink "Très Bonne, Monsieur". The waiter had caught on to her game at this point and responded "Merci Beaucoup Madam." With her acceptance, he poured two glasses. With the waiter gone, she made a quick analysis of what Peter had said. "Peter, I am very interested in your idea. But obviously I will need training on what your consulting firm does and its desires with the customers here in Aswan." Peter reached across the table with his two palms up to welcome hers. "Shaymaa, if you are willing to accept my hands in this situation, even given the customs of Muslim women, which you are not, then you are exactly the person my team needs." Shaymaa held back her hands, but then gave in to placing her hands in his. "Lovely Shaymaa, we have a starting point for me to go into detail with you." "Yes Peter, this is just a starting point." Peter raised his glass of wine and proposed a toast. Shaymaa responded in kind. "To your new adventures with our firm. I see great things for you Habibi." Once again with the inappropriate use of the Arabic for 'my dear'. Shaymaa was not comfortable with his saying that, at least not yet. But then again she thought to herself 'such a handsome man and a gentleman no less. But what does he have in mind, I wonder, as to the future?'

The waiter returned with the two servings of pigeon ravioli with sides of sautéed vegetable as well as a basket of bread. Shaymaa sparked up and said, "Peter! this bread is from my village. It is called Shamsi. The dough is raised and baked in the sunlight, and the particular marking on the top is that of my village. Your team will have it again tomorrow during the light dinner of the trip." "Shaymaa, there is so much that we need to learn about the other. I am really charmed by the people here in Aswan .... and if you represent the Nubians, then even more so." As they started to enjoy their dinner, Shaymaa noticed his unique use of the fork and knife by cutting with the knife in the right hand and then using the fork in the left hand to bring the bite to the mouth. It was a silly point granted, but she found this to be inefficient compared to simply cutting the ravioli with the fork in the right hand and then bringing it to the mouth. This was just another example of her analytical mind; a mind that is constantly analyzing otherwise meaningless stuff to look for balance. From her early teens she had thought of herself as an architect, a designer of whatever. For now, she was very charmed by this Englishman who stated a sincere interest in her business skills. She thought to herself, 'Could his offer be a good stepping stone for me?' Romance was just starting to enter her mind. This Englishman was unlike any other male she had interacted with .... and he seemed to be interested her in several ways. Suddenly, she shook her head slightly, unconsciously and thought to herself 'enough of that for now.' "Peter, how do we progress with your offer as it is?" Peter looked up from his meal and said "Shaymaa, first we finish this fantastic meal to which you introduced me, and then we will meet again on Friday for me to offer you specifics. Is that okay with you? I want to make an offer that you will not be able to refuse." Shaymaa was now back on her game, "Yes Peter. That is acceptable to me." Peter smiled, "Super!."

The waiter observed that they were through with their dinner and came to pick up the plates. "Monsieur and Madam, would you like to see the dessert menu, or have an after dinner drink?" At this point, Shaymaa wanted out of this discussion. There had been so much, so soon that evening. She started, "Peter, I still have arrangements to be made at the village for your team's visit tomorrow. I need to leave shortly once I call my brother to pick me up," Peter nodded and indicated to the waiter to bring the tab by crossing his hands in an 'X'. Shaymaa noticed this Egyptian gesture and dialed her brother. "Ahmed will be here in 10 minutes. I thank you for such a lovely meeting ... and your offer. We will meet tomorrow at the dock at 4. With that said, she stood and walked away not looking back. However, Peter watched her intensely given the slacks that hugged her body so well. He was smitten.

3. The Sailing

During the morning of the outing, Peter did some research on the Nubian culture. While he learned several Arabic phrases prior to coming to Egypt, several of which he had used (one inappropriately), he didn't realize that Aswan was a major city for the Nubians. He learned that The Nubian culture precedes that of the Egyptians and is known for the 'Black Pharohs' that originally ruled the area of what is now Upper Egypt (Southern Egypt) and Northern Sudan. Having been smitten by Shaymaa, he read about the some basic practices of Nubians as to marriage and Coptic Christianity. He was pleased to read that Nubian women are much more independent and not subject to the same type of male chauvinism as in the Islam world. His appreciation of Shaymaa increased, and he was determined to make an offer to her on Friday for joining his firm. But first he needed to focus on the outing and getting the team together for a 4:00 arrival at the dock.

As for Shaymaa, she had stayed up late the night before imagining what Peter had in mind as to her involvement in his consultancy. He said that she would be the 'onsite liaison'. For her, this suggested that she would be in charge of 'handling" the clients as to the team's activities there, and that she would be on her own most of the time. She liked that possibility given her having been fully in charge of all of her activities since she was 16. Even her father knew to stay out of her business, not that he wanted to. She dived deeper into the website of Peter's firm, London Sage. She read about the services and some of personnel bios. She paid particular attention to the bio of Sarah Collins, a red hair raving beauty, who was the Vice President, Customer Service. "Hmmmmmmm" she thought with a weird sense of jealousy.

She didn't get up until late morning, and was quickly showered and dressed in her sailing attire of tight jeans a loose sweater off her shoulders. Before she left for the boats she checked with Ahmed as to the furnishing for the dinner and with the two women that were handling the food and fine. She instructed them to have a full case of wine available. She paid them in advance for the food and wine that would be required. On her scooter, she was at the docks in 30 minutes. Lisib was already there as well as Bennu, who would be the other two handlers along with her and Peter. She reviewed with them the route that would be taken and noted that either she or Lisib would act as pilots depending upon which boat advanced the furthest in the wind. Bennu was to sail near Peter's boat should he fall behind. For this outing, she had issued each of them with a walkie talkie in the event of separation, especially given the brisk wind that was predicted. By 3, all 4 boats were properly supplied with the water, ice, and life jackets as an option for those individuals that may desire one.

At 4, the party of 12 arrived, and Peter assigned 3 to each boat. Shaymaa immediately noticed that Sarah was practically hanging onto Peter's shoulders, and she was purposely assigned (in Shaymaa's opinion) to be in his boat with one other. All went to their assigned felucca and were introduced by their handler to the basics of being onboard. Peter as a handler checked out the rigging of his felucca and had no questions for Shaymaa. The wind had picked somewhat by that time, and all the boats were quick off the dock in a SW direction towards a group of islands on the West side of the Nile. Shaymaa had the fastest of the feluccas given the largest sail, and Peter the slowest. Once into the river proper, she looked back to check on Peter's handling. He was doing fairly well, but he did not have the sail trimmed properly. She thought to herself. 'If he would pay more attention to his trim instead of Sarah, he would not be so far behind already.' During the trip, Shaymaa and the other two handlers were providing information to the passengers as to the Nile as well as the Nubile village where they would be having their dinner in several hours. Very subtlety, Shaymaa made some inquiries as to the individuals in the group, slipping in a few questions regarding Sarah. There was no mention by her 3 passengers of any relationship between Peter and Sarah.

As planned, Shaymaa led the feluccas into narrow passages between several islands. Given the direction of the wind, it meant that there would be the necessity for several rapid tacks to emerge back into the Nile proper. On each tack she would look back at Peter's efforts. He was handling his boat properly by this point. It was near 7 pm when Shaymaa began heading toward the Nubian village. It would take a half hour or so to navigate the passages and then tie up at the docks below the village. All feluccas were relatively close to each other as they approached the village. Once all boats were secure, they gathered at the beach before ascending to the deck for their meal. Peter asked if it was safe to swim there. Shaymaa responded "Actually, this is one of the very few beaches on the Nile where it relatively safe to swim for our people. Although there are crocodiles in the Nile further North, they are not here. But, for you foreigners, it is not safe to swim given the particular bacteria to which your bodies are not immune." As a group, they headed up the slight hill into the village. Once there, Shaymaa explained that they were to gather in a circle sitting on the rugs that were common to this particular village. They would be served a light dinner of traditional Nubian cuisine served by her two aunts Neilah and Heba. Shaymaa continued saying that there would be endless amounts of wine, bottled water, and Karkade (Nubian tea). She also noted and she and her two handlers would be sitting elsewhere during this meal. Before departing Shaymaa noticed that Sarah had seated herself next to Peter. At that point Heba came out from where the food was being prepared and welcomed the group. Peter was quick to applaud them out of appreciation, and the others followed. Heba explained that this evening that the group would eat 'village style' by sharing all servings of the 'hand foods.' To start, each guest was given a hibiscus-scented steamed towel to clean their hands and freshen their face. It was noted by Heba where the restrooms were and proceeded to provide several baskets of their well-known bread, Shamsi. Shortly latter, Neilah distributed 4 servings of Kofta (grilled minced meat) with an okra/chili sauce while Heba provide each individual with a plate, utensils, and moist hand towels. Ahmed was there as well to provide the drinks as described by Shaymaa. As the meal progressed several other dishes of steamed vegetables and various kabobs were served, including chicken, Nile perch, and lamb. With each kabob there were saucers of various herb dips. Lastly, 4 plates of small cakes and cookies were provided to conclude the food service. At that point, Ahmed went to each individual to offer a small glass of Port, although not part of Nubian cuisine. Shaymaa had read of the English's Port consumption in a Charles Dickens novel and thought this would be appreciated. It was at that point, Shaymaa returned with her two handlers and said that the feluccas were ready for their return to Aswan. Peter stood and offered a toast to Heba, Neilah, and Ahmed to praise the meal they were served. All stood to join in with the toast. At the completion of the toast, all headed to the beach.

Once all were aboard their feluccas and ready to depart, Shaymaa said that she expected an extraordinary sunset before they reached Aswan at approximately 10. The wind was now behind them and the sails were let out to be perpendicular to the boat. This 'running before the wind' required essentially no effort by the handlers other than to ensure that they didn't accidentally jibe with the sail swinging to the other side ... and therefore providing a potentially dangerous motion to the passengers.

The conversations on board the feluccas were light for the return trip. The serenity of the evening sky, as well as the food and wine had mellowed nearly everyone. Only the handlers, including Peter, maintained a high level of involvement with the handling of their felucca. Shaymaa noticed that even Sarah had backed off as to her attention to Peter.

Once back to the Aswan docks, the passengers remained seated as the handlers secured the feluccas. They each thanked Shaymaa and their particular handler for the trip including a tip. As the group returned to their hotel, Peter stayed back to talk with Shaymaa. "Shaymaa, that was extraordinary ... as I find you Habibi. Can you meet with me, say 3 tomorrow at 1902 to discuss the offer I would like to make to you?" "Yes of course Peter. I look forward to our conversation." With that she held out her hand. Peter took it and squeezed it gently. "Good night Shaymaa - sweet dreams." He turned and walked briefly to catch up with his team. This time Shaymaa watched him walk away in those faded jeans.

Shaymaa stayed at the docks until the feluccas were fully secured and cleaned by her and her 2 employees. She got on her scooter and was home in 20 minutes given the lack of traffic. She was quite exhausted and said good night to her parents before going to her room. She knew that they were curious as to her evening, but she didn't want to discuss anything at that point. Her mind was spinning regarding Peter and the offer tomorrow. Before going to her bed, she checked out Sarah's profile once more. 'Goodness, she is gorgeous .'

4. The Offer

Shaymaa awoke early Thursday morning even though she was late going to sleep the night before. For the first time in her memory, she was actually anxious about something, and it was the meeting with Peter. This was due for several reasons. First, there was this offer that would be forthcoming for her to be an 'employee' forsaking her independence. Next there was her increasing interest in this Englishman as a male of interest. Lastly, there was this presence of Sarah who was clearly cooing up to Peter. Peter was her first experience with a possible romance, and already there some apparent competition with which to contend. In dressing for the meeting, linen and satin were the clothing of choice. The tan linen slacks she chose hugged her tightly around the waist but were loose along the legs. She then chose her favorite lavender satin blouse that was also quite loose around her body and somewhat revealing as to her chest. Shaymaa was never big on cosmetics and rightfully so given the natural mahogany glow of her skin. Once dressed, she headed down to the kitchen. Her father had already left for his shop in Aswan, but Ahmed was there finishing up his breakfast. Upon seeing her, his first comment was quite revealing. "What are you up to this day Shaymaa? You look absolutely lovely." Being several years older than his sister, he had always been quite protective of her even though that had never been necessary. "Thank you Brother, I have a meeting with Peter this afternoon. He wishes to talk with me about joining his team as the Aswan liaison for this company." "Sis, are you interested in this possibility?" " Actually, I am Ahmed. He also has said that he will pay for my way though the University here to obtain the proper credentials while I work for his consultancy." "But what about your rental company?" "My Brother, I have given some thought to that, and I think I have an interesting possibility. We will talk about that should I accept his offer." She then turned to face him and winked, "He is quite handsome. Would you agree?" "So now I understand why you are dressed so. Sis. I wish you the best this afternoon," and he left. Shaymaa was smiling to herself as she looked in the mirror and brushed her long hair back on the left side. She wasn't hungry given her anxiousness regarding the forthcoming afternoon. She made herself a Italian roast cappuccino and went back to her room to do more research on London Sage.

It was noon when she called Jamila and asked her to meet at their favorite cafe in Aswan at 1. Jamila started with a number of questions about the day before with this Peter guy. "All will be answered when we meet at 1, Habibi." She hung up and took her scooter into Aswan. Although she wasn't to meet with Peter until 3, she also wanted to meet with her Dad at his store to discuss what had occurred the day before. She valued his input, but only WHEN she asked for it. She knew that she was beyond her experience with this possible job offer. Her primary interest was to have his thoughts about her being an employee in a company. But first she would meet with Jamila to provide her the latest.

Arriving at the cafe, she saw Jamila at a table in the corner of the patio. This was THE table where the secrets between friends could be discussed openly without the eavesdropping by other patrons, especially the young men that frequented this particular cafe. Before she could even sit down, Jamila was firing questions one after another barely waiting for Shaymaa to complete her answers. This was typical Jamila wanting to live vicariously through Shaymaa's adventures. But for Shaymaa, it was different this time because she talked more seriously about what she was experiencing with the Englishman. She didn't make statements in a girlish fashion as was normal with her crowd, but with hesitation as she searched for the right words. After 20 minutes Jamila reached across the table and gently held Shaymaa's hands. "My oh my, habibi, I think you are hooked." They looked into each other's eyes and Shaymaa nodded. Shaymaa stated she had to leave to meet with her Dad before her meeting with Peter at 3. Jamila stood first and came to Shaymaa as she stood to give her a gentle hug with a kiss on each cheek. Jamila paid the tab as Shaymaa left the cafe.

When Shaymaa arrived at her father's shop, he was busy with a customer. She noticed another potential customer looking at rugs, so she naturally stepped to assist that individual until her father was free. He noticed what his daughter was doing and gave her nod of approval. He really missed her being in the store with him as before when she was 14. Shaymaa closed the deal before her Dad and waited by the counter. "Habibi, you have not lost your touch. Thank you, but why are you here? You have that important meeting in 25 minutes." "Yes Papa, but I would like some thoughts from you as to approaching this possibility of a job." She paused. "First, this job will be as an employee, and not an owner. Second, should I negotiate what is offered?" She sat down on the tall stool behind the desk. Her father approached her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Shaymaa, you have the character and experience to work either way. As to negotiations, I have one prime point of advice. That is, DO NOT sell yourself cheap. You should be paid comparable to at least what it would cost for him to bring someone in from England ... and you already have housing that he would have to pay otherwise. BUT, most importantly, you are a local and readily accepted by the people in those possible clients he is pursuing." "But Papa, he is also willing to pay my tuition at the University to get my business degree." "Yes, that is true. Therefore, it is proper for him to ask for a 4-6 exclusive contract with you. So you can offer that contract to him at some point if he doesn't bring it up initially. That could be the honey spot for him to agree to the amount you bargain for." "Shkran Papa", she kissed his two cheeks and turned to leave. He watched her departure expecting there would be much more to this offer than she will know at first. He returned to the desk and said a short prayer for her welfare.

She arrived at 1902 several minutes early. The same Maître D as 2 nights before welcomed her with an enthusiastic "Bonne journée, Madam." He was impressed with her stylish fashion. "I will show you to your table on the veranda. Monsieur Martin and his associate are not here yet." 'What associate?', she thought. 'Please not Sarah.' The waiter approached her and asked her if she would like a beverage. Not doing the fake French anymore, she asked for an iced Karkade. The waiter returned with her tea and withdrew waiting for the others to join her. Within several minutes Sarah did indeed show up, but without Peter at her side. She was more formally dressed in a linen jacket and slacks with an open collar satin blouse that was overly revealing in Shaymaa's opinion. Shaymaa stood as she approached and extended her hand. Shaymaa was impressed with her handshake but not her staunch appearance. As they both sat across from each other Sarah started with her compliments for the excursion and dinner the day before. Her English was clearly quite proper as to tone and pronunciation, yet cordial. "My Dear Shaymaa, we didn't have a proper introduction yesterday, or time to talk, given the way the team was divided between the boats." "Yes, I regret that Sarah." "My Dear, I am joining Peter in this meeting at MY request. Peter has told me of his interest in bringing you on to the team as a Liaison for us in Aswan. I am the VP of Customer Management for London Sage, and hence, you would be reporting to me directly for your activities. Sooooo, I NEED to know more about you and your value for us here in Aswan. To be honest with you Shaymaa, I was a bit surprised by Peter's suggestion given how little we know about you so far." Shaymaa felt a shiver go up her back. She was becoming uncomfortable with Sarah for yet another reason. There was a pause, and Shaymaa decided to go on the offensive. 'Sarah, I can certainly understand your need for more information regarding me and the appropriateness of bringing me on to the team. I am certainly willing to provide what you require." Then she sat up straight in her chair and said with a gentle firmness. "This is a two-way street, Sarah, as the Americans say. I also need to be comfortable with London Sage ... and particularly with you if you are to be my boss. I am considering this possibility with the consultancy for 3 reasons. First, I have already evaluated and like Peter's management style from what I have seen ... and heard. Second, I wish to expand my boundaries as to business experience as a team member in addition to being the boss. Lastly, Peter mentioned paying my tuition at the University here to obtain my business degree." Sarah started to interrupt her, but Shaymaa immediately said, "And, I am willing to sign a multiple-year contract given that scholarship." Satisfied with her comments, Shaymaa picked up her drink and slowly took a sip her Karkade as she sat back in her chair. Sarah began to talk again but was interrupted by Peter's arrival. "Great!, You two ladies have already talked some." He first looked at Shaymaa and then Sarah and noticed some tension in each of their faces. Peter sat between them and motioned to the waiter to order drinks.

Sarah turned to Peter, "Shaymaa stated that her tuition at University her would be paid for her to achieve a business degree. That's QUITE generous Peter. What an unique

incentive." Peter looked directly at Sarah, "That's correct Sarah." Shaymaa then quickly interjected, "Peter, I just told Sarah that I am willing to sign a multiple-year contract in that case." "Great again! Shaymaa. That was my idea as well." The waiter arrived, and a bottle of Egyptian white wine was ordered. Peter knew not to order the 'kill be quickly' Nubian gin, at least not at this time of day. With the waiter gone, Sarah continued with a slight defensiveness in her tone. "Peter, I told Shaymaa that I had requested to be here in that she would be reporting directly to me." Peter did not respond immediately. "Actually, I have given some additional thought to that Sarah since I first mentioned this meeting to you." Shaymaa was all ears and knew not say anything at this point. There was something going on here between Peter and Sarah that she didn't quite understand. Apparently, Sarah didn't understand as well. Sarah stiffened somewhat, "What have you been thinking Peter?" The waiter arrived with the wine and glasses, and Peter waited until he sampled the wine and all were served.

Peter started with a toast to the previous night as well as the possible employment of Shaymaa, should she accept the offer to now be presented. Looking directly at Shaymaa, away from Sarah, "Shaymaa, I wish to make an offer to you that I believe you will find difficult to refuse in that you will be able to maintain your felucca rental business business here in Aswan, at least at first. I wish to emphasize 'at first' so that you will have time to evaluate your position with London Sage as to full-time employment ... AND ... we can evaluate your value for the consultancy. So far, is that an acceptable possibility for you?" Shaymaa reached across the table to place a hand on his, "That is very acceptable to me Peter ... so far." Sarah took full notice of Shaymaa's gesture as she tightened the crossing of her long legs. Sarah interrupted the conversation. "Well Shaymaa, it seems you have an amazing opportunity being offered quite generously by Peter. Like you, I am looking forward to hearing the details that Peter has in mind." Turning towards Peter, "Peter, please go on with your thoughts regarding Shaymaa's position ... and responsibilities."

Peter noted Sarah's angled attitude and started, "Well, as I mentioned, I have come up with a striking idea based upon what I have viewed as future business in Arab-speaking countries. As I initially mentioned, I was thinking of your involvement as an on-site liaison for our customers here. As such you would be reporting directly to Sarah given her responsibility as Customer Management However, this morning I received a call from a B-School associate, Bob George, as to possible business in Saudi Arabia. Bob is looking to bring London Sage into that market under his management reporting to me. I am several months from making the investment to do so. But with you on-board, you would be able to serve as our liaison to our clients here as well as the possible ones in Saudi Arabia. In that case, you will report indirectly to two individuals, BUT, I will be managing your time allocation between the two. In organizational terms, you will be my direct staff reporting directly to me, and you will service the two markets owned by Sarah and Bob." Sarah coughed and sat directly in her chair looking at Peter. "Interesting Peter, I didn't know this was happening." Somewhat apologetically, but firmly, Peter looked directly at Sarah, "Sarah, this has only happened in the last two hours. I will fill you in further in after this meeting." Looking back at Shaymaa, "What do you think so far?" "Wow! Peter. This is amazing as she touched his hand again." Sarah mumbled, "It CERTAINLY is AMAZING Peter." as she sat back in her chair.

The waiter arrived with menus. Shaymaa was feeling quite aggressive at this point given making her points to Sarah in concert with the forthcoming offer, so she said "Peter, Sarah permit me to order for the three of us. I know the menu here." Sarah did not respond as Peter said "Excellent!" Shaymaa turned to the water and ordered a table-style service including a selection of petit sandwiches (e.g., Grazziano, Italian Beef, French Dip), selection of cheeses, and bottled water. Peter added that another bottle of the wine be brought. With the waiter departed, Peter continued. "Shaymaa, given your acceptance so far of what I have said , I will put together a formal, written offer tonight. My team has a tight schedule tomorrow before we return to London the following day. Can you meet with me here again tonight at 8." " Certainly, Peter." "I will be seated in the bar." He continued, while we wait for the food, permit me to briefly explain our business opportunities here." Sarah suddenly interjected, "Should we not have a NDA (non-disclosure agreement) signed with her first?" Peter looked sternly at Sarah, "If I thought that was necessary, I would not be making an offer. Shaymaa stands well with me on her personal integrity."

Before Peter could go any further in his talking points, the food, wine, and water arrived and were placed in the center of the table in reach by all. That was immediately followed by scented hand towels, China plates, and silver utensils with 1902 engraved in the handles. Peter continued to speak as each served themselves to the sandwiches and cheeses "Perhaps the best way to provide you an overview of our clients here, as well as the local coverage we would expect of you, is for Sarah to prepare a briefing of our top 4 possibilities." Sarah interrupted him, "Peter, REALLY!, a briefing?" she said surprisingly. "Yes! Sarah. You just need to write a paragraph or two for the four targets that the team talked about this morning. Also, please get that to me in my room by 7 so as I can include some of the material in my offer." "CERTAINLY, Peter" she said mimicking Shaymaa's earlier response. "Also, Sarah, you need not meet with Shaymaa and me at 8 if you have other plans." Sarah stood suddenly. "Well! It seems I have a lot to do in the next few hours. So, I will take my leave. It was just Super! to have a brief talk with you Shaymaa." Not waiting for a response from either of the two, she grabbed two sandwiches and a bottle of water, turned and walked directly out. Peter paused watching Sarah leave and then continued. "So, once we have finished our lunch, I will go to my room and structure an offer, subject to some changes once I have read Sarah's brief." During the remainder of the lunch, the conversation between Shaymaa and Peter was superficial. Peter didn't wish to further discuss his thoughts until after structuring the offer. Similarly, given Sarah's huffy behavior, she didn't want to say anything inappropriate to Peter. With the meal finished by both, Peter gave the crossed-hands indication to the waiter for the tab. Once paid, they both stood and Peter and Shaymaa shared a la bise for departure. Leaving 1902, Shaymaa headed directly for her father's rug store very close by. She had several hours until meeting again with Peter for the offer, and she could discuss the situation with her Papa.

As is customary with clients in rug stores in the Near East, her father was sitting at a small table with a couple discussing several rugs and sipping steaming karkade tea. As she walked by them to the small office, she could only hear several key words that her father said with emphasis such as 'wooooolll, haaannnd tied, Perrrrrrrisssannnn'." She really admired her Papa for his salesmanship, but also primarily for his integrity in what ever he did. Integrity, arguably above all other nurtured traits, was that which would be present in all she would do, professionally and personally. It was only 20 minutes until her father joined her in the office excited to hear about her offer. She explained that a written offer would be provided when she met Peter at 8. Also, her tuition for University would be included based upon her offering a 6-year contract. Her father was impressed and gave her the hug that she always wanted from him. "You have done well Shaymaa. I am, again, so proud of your abilities and achievements. Oops! There is another customer." "Papa, I have to leave anyhow. It is approaching 8", and she departed.

Arriving 30 minutes early at 1902 for the 8:00 meeting, the same Maître D as before nodded agreeably to her as she walked past him directly to the bar. New to her as a 19 y/o, she felt this sense of empowerment to be a forthcoming employee of an international company and not just an owner of a felucca rental in Aswan. She sat at the end of the long mahogany bar on a leather stool with a slight backing. As she cross her legs, the stool twirled slightly to bring her face-to-face with a gentleman that had just sat there after her. "Well! Hello Madam." "Bonne soirée Monsieur" slipped out of her mouth automatically. She really didn't mean to use French, but her sense of heightened importance, resulted in her use of French, as false and limited as it was for her. He smiled and continued with a French phrase that she did not understand. Quickly she responded, "Pardon me Sir, but when in Aswan, I should be using Arabic or English." "How charming Madam" he responded. "I am an American. So, I suggest English, American English that is." as he gave a slight laugh thinking of himself as being charming with this striking woman next to him. He continued, "I was on my way to the bar when I saw you walk in. You are so handsomely dressed with those slacks and blouse, I must say." OK, the game was on in Shaymaa's mind. As she tilted her head slightly with a charming smile, "Sir, you say 'handsome'. Is that not a bit of a masculine aspect? As she touched his left knee ever so lightly with her left hand, "Is your 'American English' so limited as to its availability of feminine adjectives?" The gentleman sat back somewhat his chair. "I am so sorry, but I didn't mean to be offensive. What I should have said might have been more descriptive as to your IMMENSE attractiveness, but possibly insulting in this country with the Islam influence. Should I start again? ... My name is Bruce, and I think you are absolutely gorgeous in your slacks and blouse. Now, slap me if you wish." He smiled and opened his arms to accept her swing. Shaymaa laughed, "Bruce, you are so charming and clever. I was only playing with you. My name is Shaymaa, and I am Nubian living here in Aswan. Thank you for your compliments, Bruce. I was happy with 'handsome'." Suddenly, Peter was at her side. He had clearly observed the interaction she was having with the guy next to her as he entered the bar. Hence, he hesitated to approach her for several minutes so as to observe how she handled herself, granted from afar. He noticed her body English as she conversed with the fellow. 'My goodness, she is a natural', he thought. 'I definitely want this amazing woman on my team." Peter now appeared with an envelope in his hand. He placed it on the bar in front of her as she turned to face him. "One moment Peter." She turned back to Bruce. "Sorry Bruce, this is my future boss, most likely, and we need to talk. How long will you be in Aswan?" "Two months Shaymaa" "Perhaps we will meet again here Bruce. Good night Monsieur." as she turned back to Peter. She liked that Peter had seen her flirting with the American. She was now entering into the game of mixing business, international travel, and romance.

Peter asked Shaymaa what she would like to drink. She said 'white wine', and he ordered a glass along with a gin Martini specifying Bombay Sapphire, dry, with blue cheese stuffed olives. He planned only a short time with Shaymaa to deliver his written offer. Shaymaa was pleased that Sarah was not in attendance, and she did not ask about that. Peter started, "Shaymaa, in the envelope in front of you is my offer for you to join our team. It addresses both your ability to maintain your business here for the near future as well as your tuition at University with a 6 year contract subject to performance evaluation. Habibi, I believe that this is an excellent offer for you and London Sage. I have also provided some statements as to how the contract may be terminated by you or London Sage. You need to read those statements carefully and consult a lawyer for your own protection. I have been generous in the compensation package because I see phenomenal value in you once you are fully engaged with the consultancy." Shaymaa decided not to open the envelope at that time and placed in her pants' pocket. Shaymaa reached out her hand, and Peter did like wise. She held onto his hand as she said, "Thank you Peter for this offer. I will be back to you in two days. I do have one request at this point, however." "Yes Shaymaa?" "Kindly refrain from using Habibi when speaking to me. We do not have that level of a personal relationship .... yet." She withdrew her hand. "Oops, another mistake on my part." Over the next several weeks he would occassionally reflect on the added 'yet'.

The drinks arrived and Shaymaa asked several questions that she had thought of while at her father's store. The questions addressed basic statistics of London Sage without going to deep into sales detail regarding specific clients. Peter was impressed with her implied business sense based upon the type of questions she asked. "Shaymaa, I have a conference call in 20 minutes that involves a major client in London. I need to depart in a moment." He motioned to the waiter for the check. Once paid, they both stood with la bise initiated simultaneously. She left for the front entrance while touching the envelope in her slack's pocket. Once again, Peter watched her walk away with a slight stir in his groin.

5. Acceptance & Rejection

It was a 20 minutes ride on her scooter to get home at 9 that evening. There was no traffic as she took the bridge across the Nile to her village. At every stoplight she would reach done with her left hand to touch her pants' pocket were she had placed the envelope with the offer enclosed. When she entered her house, her father called to her from the Kitchen. "WELL! Did you get an offer Pigeon (his nickname for her)?" "YES! Papa, I'll be there in a moment." She needed to relieve herself first. As she entered the kitchen, she was holding the envelope above her in her right hand and swaying back and forth. She bowed graciously to her father and handed him the envelope. "Papa, I have not yet opened the envelope to read the offer. You are my mentor, and I wish you to read it to me." With a gracious move as well, he took the envelope, held it out in front him, and stood erect as to make a proclamation. He opened the envelope, pulled out the letter and shook it open. He paused while he read the first several sentences first. He shook his head in disbelief. "Pigeon, you have truly outdone your dreams with this offer. Go get your mother please. She will want to hear this. She is out back." Shaymaa hastened around him and returned with her mother. Once the two were in front of the father, he continued. "There is a lot of verbiage in this offer, so I will state the primary points. Your position is to be that of Assistant to the CEO for an annual salary of £50K. WOW! Also, listen to this! You can still maintain your rental business. Here's one catch: You may be required to move to London after the first two years. However, if you do so, you will be provided a stipend of £3k/month while there. You will also be expected to travel in the Middle East occasionally, but not more than 4 times per year for up to 2 weeks each to support the marketing efforts there. Lastly, I love this one. Your tuition to receive a Bachelor's degree in business in Aswan, and possibly later in London, will be covered based upon a 6 year commitment to be employed by London Sage. However, should you leave the consultancy before that time, then you will be required to pay back 1/6 of the tuition for each full or partial year you leave early." By this time, Shaymaa and her Mom were holding each other tightly. Her father continued, "There are several conditions stated that I wish to review in detail, however I see nothing unreasonable yet. Pigeon, this offer is amazing. But, as your father, I wish to meet this Peter personally. Yes, you are 19, but I request this meeting nonetheless." "Yes Papa. I will so arrange. I am going to bed now." She hugged her father and mother and headed up to her bedroom. She did not go to sleep immediately as she mentally composed her acceptance of the offer. In the morning, she would submit her thoughts to paper.

When she was first up in the morning, Shaymaa wrote her acceptance before dressing for the day. She placed the paper in an envelope along with a note stating that her father wishes to meet with him at Peter's convenience. She provided the cell phone for her father as well as the address of his rug store near the hotel. Her plan was to deliver the envelope with its contents to Peter's hotel for placement in his key box. She would do this before heading to the docks for her felucca excursions that day. She dressed in her standard sailing garb not expecting to run into Peter. Her father was still in the kitchen when she came down for a light breakfast. "Papa, I have in my hand the acceptance of the offer as well as a note to Peter to contact you directly to meet. I really want this job if your meeting goes well as to you accepting him as a credible boss and individual." "Pigeon, I totally trust your judgment to the extent of your very considerable experience to date as a business owner. I only wish to assess his business overall." "Shkran, Papa." She was out of the house in 5 minutes and at the hotel 20 minutes later to drop off the envelope at the front desk.

It was going to be an intense workday for Shaymaa at the docks. All 4 feluccas had been booked with each having an individual rental period and route. Fortunately, she had a fourth handler that could fill in for her when she had to remain on the docks to manage the excursions. All of the boats had returned by 4, and her team had finished the cleanup by 5:30. She had not heard from Peter as to her acceptance, which disappointed her a bit given her excitement to have the offer. She was on the way to the Cafe to meet with Jamila when she received a text. The message was from her father stating simply that Peter had met with him and 'everything ok'. Shaymaa quickened her step to the cafe. As she approached the cafe, she was tapped on her shoulder. "Good evening Shaymaa." It was the American, Bruce, from the night before. "It is nice to see you again" "Ahhhh ... Hello Bruce. I am just now on my way to the cafe to meet with a friend." "So am I on my way to the cafe. May I escort you there." "Very kind of you, please do ... pause ... I have great news to share with my friend Jamila." He interrupted her, "Is that one of the young ladies you were with at the cafe yesterday?" Shaymaa cocked her head with puzzlement, "Yes" Bruce continued, "I as well was there, but at the other end of the cafe. I noticed the four of you huddling around the corner table. May I ask what your great news is." "Yes! I have accepted the offer of employment from the Peter fellow you met last night at the bar." "Oh yes, the Englishman. Well, congratulations Shaymaa. I am sure you are anxious to share the news with your friend." He paused. "Say? Would you join me at 1902 for dinner to celebrate your offer. It would be my great pleasure to have you as my guest for dinner." "Ahhhh, I have no plans this evening. OK ....Will 7:30 be ok?" "Absolutely! Until then Shaymaa." Upon entering the cafe, Bruce headed directly to the counter to order, and Shaymaa to the normal corner table. Jamila was already there. Jamila stood "Well! Well! Did you get the offer? But first, who was the hunk you walked in with ... and why did you not introduce me to him?" Shaymaa laughed, "All in due time, my friend. Yes! I have an offer, and it is amazing." They both sat and Shaymaa went through the primary points. Before she could order, two Italian espressos were delivered and the waitress pointed to Bruce seating at the bar. "OK, NOW you have tell me about that guy." Shaymaa sat back in her chair looking at Jamila. "I guess I know where your thoughts are right now." she said with a grin. "I expected a bit more enthusiasm for my offer." "Sorry Shaymaa, I AM perfectly amazed with your offer. So tell me how you plan to follow through with it." They continued to talk until 7:15 when Shaymaa said she had to leave in that she was going to have dinner with Bruce at 1902. "My Allah, Shaymaa! (Jamila is a Muslim.) You are stroking on all cylinders."

As she entered 1902, the same Maître D graciously greeted her. "Good evening Madam, Mr. George is at the table to which I will escort you." He thought nothing about the sailing garb she had on at this point. This gracious woman would always be welcome here since she seemed to know the right men. Bruce stood as she approached the table, and he held her seat, stepping in front of the Maître D. "Thank you Shaymaa for joining me for dinner." She was into the game again as she was the night before. "My pleasure Bruce." He motioned to the waiter to come to the table. "Shaymaa, would you object to me ordering one of my favorite Champagnes to begin this celebration of your achievement?" "That would be wonderful." He turned to the waiter, "A bottle of Vevue Clicquot please" As the waiter departed, Bruce turned back to face Shaymaa. "You told me last night that you are a Nubian. I know little of your culture, your people." "Actually Bruce, my father is Egyptian and my mother Nubian. However, I have been raised in a Nubian village speaking Nubian as well as Arabic. I speak English as the result of working in my father's rug store in Aswan." Bruce cut in speaking softly "I would like to know more about Nubians ... and about you Shaymaa." She recognized that the game is definitely on now. She looked directly into Bruce's eyes, and with a firm stance she started, "Really Bruce? I am charmed, but why are you in interested in my culture ... and me." The Champagne arrived, was opened, and 2 flutes filled. The bottle was placed in a chiller as the waiter departed without further interference. The waiter had seen this Bruce fellow in action for the last month in the restaurant with a variety of attractive women, and he knew Bruce's routine. 'Oooooooo' Bruce did not expect such a direct response from this woman; from this apparently most challenging woman. "Well Shaymaa, to be quite forward, I find you to be enchanting, and I expect full of surprises for most men ... and perhaps even women. I really like that. So now, I offer this toast to you in your new job." He made the toast, and they clicked flutes. "Thank you for that. This is the best Champagne I have ever had." as she took a second drink nearly empting the flute. Actually, it was her first taste of Champagne and not aware of its possible effects on some people. Bruce refilled her flute only and purposely made a second toast. "Here is to our getting to know each other." Again the click of the flutes, and Shaymaa nearly emptied the glass. In a moment she burped given the effervescence of the Champagne, and then giggled covering her mouth with her free hand. Bruce smiled and again refilled her flute. He motioned to the waiter to bring the menus. "Shaymaa, what do you recommend for dinner." Recovering from her giggling, Please excuse my burp. I drank the Champagne too quickly it seems." "I thought it was very charming." He said with a smile. He reached across the table to take one of her hands in his. "I find your giggle to be endearing." She was starting to feel some effects of having quickly drunk 2 glasses of Champagne. She wasn't use to even this level of flirtatious charm, that she figured was due to him being an American. With the menus delivered, Bruce asked her to order for the both of them. She ordered 1 large serving of a mixed grill, a side of sautéed vegetables, and a bottle of Egyptian red wine. Robert nodded approvingly. Shaymaa was determined to stay in the role of an international businesswoman, and proceded to ask him what she thought were the appropriate type of questions, as if she was in a Wall Street movie scene. He responded respectfully, returning with questions for her as to her forthcoming job. She felt that she was handling the conversation well. The wine was delivered. Bruce did the initial taste, and 2 glasses were poured. Bruce kindly 'insisted' that she have first the 'drops of happiness' remaining in the Champagne bottle. She accepted and finished the flute. With the wine now in front of them, Bruce took a different tack in the conversation. "So Shaymaa, as you may know, or have experienced, American men are fairly direct in their thoughts." She replied. " I am starting to realize that." she said with a smile. He continued. "I find you to be excitingly unique and attractive." She blushed, "Thank you sir. Likewise, you are indeed very handsome." This was the Champagne speaking for her. "I am curious, if I may ask, are you romantically involved with this fellow from last night?" She cocked her had as being shy. "Interesting, why do you ask that?" "Again, I am an American, therefore I am naturally straightforward. That is, I would like to see more of you after tonight." "Really?" she said with a sense of false dignity. " First!, I am NOT romantically involved with Peter. As to future dates, I will consider that possibility at the end of this evening ... as you should." she smiled. "OK, I gladly accept that challenge." The waiter arrived with the food as the previous conversation was taking place. The waiter took his time in serving the food as well as the Nubian bread. He was attempting to hear part of the conversation so as to perceive how far along Bruce was with his routine with this woman compared to a number of previous episodes the waiter had observed. He sensed that this woman was handling the situation quite well, and he was correct.

Once they started eating, Bruce continued the conversation in a very personal way asking about her family and life as a Nubian. She noticed that he used his utensils differently than Peter. That is, he only used his right hand to cut the tender meat with his fork and then to place the morsel in his mouth. Rarely did he use a knife in his right hand with a fork in his left hand to hold the meat. With one particular cutting effort, she noticed that there was a pale band around his ring finger. This was a stark contrast to the tan of his body. 'Oops' she thought. This is the first time in her limited dating that she actually took notice of a man's left hand. That hadn't been necessary in her dating experiences in Aswan. She would hold this point for now, and let Bruce proceed with his inquiries of her life and desires. During the meal, the waiter would come to the table several times to refill the wine glasses, again to listen more to Bruce's routine that the waiter knew quite well by now. He was hoping to hear Bruce's closing line for the night which would likely start with "Have you ever been to Paris?" Whether 'Yes' or 'No'., he then would follow with "Would you like to join me in Paris for the weekend?" Quickly he would follow with "If you may think so, then let's discuss later after dinner ... in my room. I will order another bottle of that Veuve Cliquot. And of course, I will provide you a taxi to take you back to your village." "As I said Bruce, we will discuss the possibility of future meetings at the end of the night. However, for now Dinner will be the end of this evening for us two."

Before they had finished their entrées, his cell rang, and he excused himself stating that it was a call from the U.S. that he needed to take. In his absence the waiter came to the table. "Madame, I feel that I must tell you something. This man has had numerous dinners here over the last month with attractive women such as yourself. The few parts of your conversation I have heard so far are very like what he has had before with those women. I know you are Nubian from your accent, and I like your spirit including your faux French." He smiled. "I ask you to be cautious as to accepting what he tells you." "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur." she said with a broad smile. "I have already picked up on this American's not-so-hidden intentions."

Bruce returned to the table as she was finishing her entrée. "Sorry about that Shaymaa. I really had to take that call." She smiled as she looked directly into his eyes "Is everything OK with the family, Bruce?" "Ahhhh yes." He paused and began "Let me explain." She cut him short. "No, don't bother. I don't want to hear your 'alqarf' (Arabic). You are a scoundrel. So! To address your earlier point, we will NOT HAVE any further meetings. With that she stood and exited the restaurant slipping E£50 to the waiter along with a wink.

As she prepared for bed that evening, she realized that the 'Bruce experience' was a valuable lesson for her future occupation. She had not shared what happen with her father.

6. WOW!

Shaymaa rose in the morning to her cell phone ringing. She first glanced at the clock to note that it was 9:15. She recognized the country code for the call to be 44, suggesting that it was Peter's London number. She answered to hear a female voice asking for Shaymaa. "This is she." "Shaymaa Dear, I am Martha from London Sage. I am the Administrative Officer for the consultancy. Are you free now to talk for several minutes?" "Ahhhh .. Yes! Hello Martha. I am just getting up." "Sorry Dear, I can call you back when you wish." "Now is fine. What do you wish to discuss?" "Well, I am so glad to know of your acceptance of the offer Peter has made you, and that you accepted. He and I talked for an hour last evening to instruct me to set up the necessary papers for your signature to begin your employment." "Ok Martha, what type of papers?" "First, is the contract itself to formalize the offer. Second, are your personal data as to address, phone, and email." Also, since you are our first employee from Egypt, I will have our tax consultant call you to clear all of the necessary steps for you working there. That includes securing any necessary visa requirements and dealing with your Tax Identification Number." "You mean my TIN?" "Yes, Dear." Shaymaa provided her father's FAX number. There were several more comments by Martha including that Peter would call her at 11 this morning to set up a meeting for a formal introduction to London Sage and your position as Assistant to the CEO. "That will be fine." "I wish to note, Dear, Peter is quite excited about having you work for the consultancy, especially as his personal assistant. You will find that he is quite an amazing individual and a leader for the firm." Shaymaa already believed that.

At precisely 11, Peter called. "Hello Peter. "Good Morning Shaymaa. Martha told me that all is moving forward as to getting you officially employed by London Sage." "Yes, she will be faxing the necessary documents to my father's machine." "So! I have only several days left in Aswan. And I would like you to meet me for dinner this evening to provide you with an indoctrination to the consultancy as well as to work out a mutual understanding of what your role will be as my Assistant." Not waiting for her response, he purposely kept talking to make it clear that this was not actually an invitation, but rather a requirement. He had plans for her this evening that went beyond that of only a discussion. Shaymaa intuitively understood that she had to be there that evening. She was no longer the boss, but an employee subject to such requirements. She simply replied, "Where and when Peter?" "I will be at 1902 at 7 and looking forward to your joining me." This was again subtlety stated as a requirement therefore not needing her to accept. "I will see you then Peter. Goodbye." "Until then, my Assistant."

Shaymaa dressed in her favorite linen slacks with an open collar satin blouse. She had no sailing engagements that day. She went to the kitchen to get a light lunch before returning to her room to do more research on the London Sage website. Her father was still there before heading for his shop. "My-oh-my Pigeon, you are dressed very stylishly today. What's up?" "Papa, I am having dinner with Peter tonight to be more formerly introduced to the consultancy. We also are to discuss what my responsibilities will be as his personal Assistant." "Super!. May I ask why you seemed to be upset when you came in last night? I didn't want to ask you at that time. I know you too well to interfere in your thoughts when you appear to be intense." She briefly explained the 'Bruce experience' to him noting that it was a valuable lesson for her in working outside of the Village and Aswan. "You are entering a steep learning path now with this position. It seems you did quite well. I am so proud of you Pigeon." She gave him an intense hug and kiss on his cheek. She grabbed her sandwich and a bottle of water, and returned to her room.

She was at 1902 at 7 and was affectionately greeted by the same Maître D as the times before. "Good evening, Madam. Always a pleasure to see you here." "Likewise Monsieur. May I ask your name? "Madame, my name is Joseph." "I'm Shaymaa", and she followed him to the table. Peter rose from his chair as the two approached the table. Peter placed himself in front of the Maître D to seat Shaymaa, just as Bruce had the night before. "Good evening Shaymaa." "Indeed it is a good evening Peter, now that I am to be part of your team. I am very excited about starting my responsibility as YOUR assistant." "Yes, this is a first for both of us. Therefore our time together tonight is two-fold. First, tonight is in celebration of your joining the team. Second, you and I will make the first effort to define your responsibilities as my Assistant. Let me place your mind at ease to the second point. Your responsibilities may likely change as you get more involved with London Sage. For example how your services are used in Arab-speaking countries, as noted in your contract, may fluctuate significantly. However, I have purposely provided a limit to such services given what I expect is your desire to remain grounded in Aswan, at least for the first several years." "Peter, I greatly appreciate your sensitivity in that matter .... which enhanced my desire for this offer even more. I think your offer is very generous. Thank you for that and your confidence in what I can do for the consultancy." "To be candid with you, I understand that you are somewhat of an unknown to me, but I see intelligence and perseverance in you that is so unusual for your age." "Ahhhhh .... I need to tell you something Peter. I exaggerated my age the other night. I am not in my 20's, but actually only 19. I'm sorry, I felt slightly insecure in mentioning my actual age." Peter laughed out loud. "Habibi... oops sorry, that came out naturally being in this environment. Shaymaa, the fact that you are only 19 is even more to your credit... sort of. But also you did not tell me the truth at the beginning ,,, but then again you just confessed. So, I'll say that all of that has now evened-out, if you will." Shaymaa shyly smiled, "I greatly appreciate that." The waiter, the same as the previous nights, arrived to deliver menus and to ask for drink orders. Shaymaa interjected, "Peter, with your permission I would like Veuve Clicqout Champagne. I have come to enjoy that particular Champagne on special occasions." "That's perfect!" Turning to the waiter, "So it is Monsieur." As he left, the waiter turned towards Shaymaa smiled and winked his approval.

As they waited for the Champagne, Peter started the conversation in a light fashion asking about her felucca rental business. Thinking that he might have a certain point in mind, she responded that she had plans to possibly bring in her brother to manage the business while she maintained ownership. However, his real purpose was simply to start the evening's conversation in a fashion comfortable to her. The Champagne was delivered, opened, and 2 flutes poured by. the waiter. "Well! Shaymaa, I never expected that this trip to Aswan would result in hiring an Assistant. Here's to your new profession." They clicked their flutes, and Shaymaa now knew not to drink it so fast as the night before. Nonetheless, she gave out a slight burp. "Sorry about that Peter." "NO apology required. I thought it was charming." Shaymaa put her flute down thinking to herself, 'is that not the word that Bruce used the night before?" In addition to Peter heading off the Maître D to seat her, this was the second remembrance of the night before. That was not to be the last of the similarities of this dinner with Peter as the night before with Bruce.

With additional light conversation, the bottle of Champagne was finished in short time. The waiter arrived to take their dinner order. Peter turned to Shaymaa, "Please order for both of us Shaymaa. (#3 similarity, she noted). Turning towards the waiter, "We would like a large order of the mixed grille, sautéed vegetables, and a bottle of Egyptian red." Waiter cocked his head "Of course Madam. That has been a favorite lately.", again with a smile and wink. The light conversation continued until the wine was delivered, tasted by Shaymaa, and poured into 2 glasses. "Shaymaa I wish to explain 2 primary introductory points to you this evening." She sat up close to the table with the glass of wine in her hand. First, he spent some time stating the basics of the consultancy. Second, he then provided his thoughts about what he believed would be the primary responsibilities of the Assistant. She listened intently as ahe mentally placed the responsibilities into several categories. When he stopped talking, she started, "What I hear as to my responsibilities as your Assistant fall into 4 categories. Specifically, I will assist you in the following: First, I am to ensure that all documents you need to handle in the company are properly presented and handled; Second, I am to provide you with Arabic translations for such correspondence; Third, I will coordinate and track your social and business events once I am in London; Lastly, I will attend meetings with you in Arab speaking countries as your interpreter. "Excellent, you understand what I have said and organized the information effectively. We are off to a jolly start."
The food was delivered along with Nubian bread. Peter ordered another bottle of the wine. As they ate, he continued to ask more questions, but of a more personal nature. Shaymaa began to perceive a similar pattern to what Bruce had asked (#4). She was also starting to feel the effect of the Champagne and wine. At one point she realized that he was quite attentive as to keeping her wine glass full. (#5). "Shaymaa, if not too intrusive, are you involved with anyone here that may make it difficult for a possible move to London, as I stated in the offer?" (#5½)" "No, I have found the Muslim men to be misogynistic, and in the Nubian culture you are pressured to marry within your village as well as a cousin. Both of those possibilities are repulsive to me." She paused and decided to make a forward statement for her. "Actually, you are the first Englishman I have met. And, I had dinner last night with the first American. Both of you are very unique to me. Hence, the possible move to London may be quite agreeable for me as to my social life." She took a long sip of wine not knowing how to further her thoughts. "As to that American, I saw the two of together last night. I was at a corner of the bar with Sarah, and I happen to see you walk away somewhat briefly without him." "Yes! He was a bit of a rascal, it turned out. I wish to go no further with discussing him. But, it was a good lesson for me in dealing with people, men in particular, when outside of Aswan. I am referring to my travel requirements for the consultancy to Arab speaking countries." "Sorry for what took place last night, I greatly like that you realized that as a lesson of value for you. I dare say that there are many other such lessons in the future as you adapt to your position in our consultancy. I made the offer to you based upon what I have perceived to be a resilience and sense of responsibility in you that will service both you and our consultancy in the short and long term." Shaymaa could feel herself blushing, although barely noticeable given her radiant mahogany skin. Shaymaa decided to turn the table. "Peter, in that I am going to be your personal Assistant, I would like to know about your life in London and your social interests so as to be aligned with servicing you the best that I can. Or, is that too personal?" Peter laughed out loud. "That is totally appropriate. One more example why I am so pleased to have you as my personal Assistant. When you come to London, I will directly involve you in my activities there. You will be requested to join me on some social events as well as business meetings. As to the former, I will be proud to introduce you as my date, and not my Assistant, if that will be OK with you." "WOW! I didn't see that coming Peter." For the first time she glanced quickly at his ring finger. There was no ring or pale band. "To be honest, I am a bit uncomfortable with what you have suggested as being your date." "We will. be discussing this when the opportunity comes about. Your job is NOT dependent upon doing what I request if you are not comfortable, I brought that up too early actually. Neither of us know where we will be as to our personal relationships in the future. I am only stating a possibility. Please understand Shaymaa that I respect you and will not offend you at any time." "I believe you Peter. Thank you for your candidness."

There was still a half bottle of wine when they finished their meals. Since neither one of them wanted deserts, Peter signaled the waiter to bring the check. "Shaymaa, I have a document that you need to sign. It will let Martha to begin the process of getting permission to hire a foreigner. This is a new law in Britain as to hiring expatriates. Unfortunately, I left it in my room upstairs. So, once I pay the tab, I will grab the bottle of the remaining wine, and you can come up to my room to sign the paper so as I can FAX it tomorrow morning." (#6½). Shaymaa paused and then said timidly, "Peter, I am not comfortable going to your room, especially after last night given rascally efforts of the American. Sorry." Peter looked directly into Shaymaa's eyes as she turned to face him. "I do understand Shaymaa, but I do need this signature for tomorrow morning since you have officially accepted my offer How about this? Come up to the room and I will leave the door open when you enter. You will be out in less than 2 minutes." "Thank you for your understanding, and YES that is fine." "Jolly! Oops, I just got a text from a team member. Permit me to respond quickly before we go up." He turned slightly in his chair in a way that she could not see his response.(#7½). Peter left cash on the table to pay the tab. "Shall we go?" He got up and pulled out Shaymaa's chair as she stood. "The elevator is this way." She followed him and entered the elevator when the door opened. He said nothing else until the elevator opened on the 3rd floor. "Shaymaa to the left to 304." Once at the entrance to the room, he turned to her. This will take less than 2 minutes and you can leave." " I'm okay Peter, really! Her touched the pad on the door with his room card and pushed the door open for her to enter first. The lights were out, and as she entered he operated the light switch. She was greeted with a loud 'WELCOME TO OUR FIRM, SHAYMAA'. It was the entire team there to celebrate her hiring. Shaymaa was speechless as Peter lightly placed his hand on her back to guide her further into the room. She turned to face Peter and only said "WOW!" Peter looked at her with a broad smile. "There is no document for you to sign. I told you a lie. Now we are even."

7. Starting

Her parents were not awake when she got home after the surprise celebration. Peter had arranged for a driver to take her to her village that evening as well to pick her up in the morning to bring her back to Aswan. He also had her scooter placed in storage at the Hotel. As she went up the stairs to her bedroom, she laughed at herself for having associated Peter's actions as being similar to those of Bruce. Dealing with these male motivations had been a lesson indeed, but interacting with Peter had brought her back into focus about men that were neither Muslims nor Nubians. It had been a stressful evening for her, not in a bad way, but rather due to the intensity of the interactions she had with each of team members. Sarah wasn't even her normal haughty self. She also noted that there had not been male/female flirting going on between Peter and Sarah. There was no doubt in her mind that joining London Sage was a wise move, and she had Peter to thank for it. As she was changing into her loose satin nightgown, she smiled thinking about the possibility of being Peter's date at London's grand social events. Once again, she raised her arms above her head as she swayed her way to the bed from the WC. Her last thought before she lay down to sleep was a bit mischievous. 'Hmmmm ... a date with Peter may take some air out of Sarah's patronizing balloon,'

She was up at 8 in the morning. She had 3 excursions scheduled in the afternoon, one of which would be out until 7 in the evening. She had most of the morning to write a short list of questions for which she required more detail information from Peter. Specifically, they had not yet discussed the tactical details as to when she would start, how she would receive the necessary training, and which clients in Aswan would she deal with initially. As to he last point, she assumed that Sarah would make the introductions for her to the clients since Aswan was Sarah's 'territory'. As she was dressing in her sailing garb to go to the dock, she received a call with the '44' -country code. It was not that of either Peter or Martha. "Hello, this is Shaymaa." "Good morning, this is Sarah. First of all, I am glad you are a team member." Shaymaa felt that she was sincere. "We need to have a talk to provide further detail on how you will start, the necessary training, and the clients here in Aswan as to their needs and their appropriate contacts for you." Yes Sarah, I have been putting together a list of my requirements, including all of which you have just mentioned." "Capital! What time do you have today and tomorrow?" "I have 3 excursions this afternoon, but I can bring in one my team to handle what I would normally be doing. So! Name when and where today after Noon. Also, I suggest the cafe 1 block down from the hotel entrance by turning left when you exit the hotel. The cafe is called Al Oahwa. There is a table at the far corner where I will be seating." "Very well. We'll go for 1. See you there. Bring a notebook and pen to take notes of what I will be providing. Bye Shaymaa" and she hung up not waiting for Shaymaa's response. Shaymaa decided to change into her tight Capri slacks and a loosely weaved cotton sweater. She did so subconsciously so as to present a physical presence at least equal to that of Sarah's. She called Lisib and informed him of the change in plans for the afternoon. She then called Jamila to ask her to go to the cafe no later than 12:15 to secure the table for her until she arrived. Therefore, when Shaymaa got there, she would have some time to bring Jamila up to date.

At 11:45, she called the hired driver from the night before to pick her up to go to Aswan. He was at the entrance to the village at noon, and she was at the cafe at 12:20. Jamila was at the table when she entered with two Italian espressos at the ready. With a la biss, Shaymaa sat across from her dearest friend. "Well Shaymaa, what's the latest?" "All is moving forward wonderfully. At 1 that Sarah individual, I told you about, will be here to provide the necessary details to get started. While I report directly to Peter, she will be my indirect boss her in Aswan. So far she seems to have become more accepting of me. But, we'll see. After all, she is going to be greatly dependent upon my handling the clients here in the best way." She then explained the need for her to be Peter's possible date for social events when she is in London. Again, she ended that point with "We'll see." "Habibi, this is going to go very well for you in so many ways, 'in sha' allah'," The conversation changed somewhat as to what her responsibilities would include. At 1 on the dot, Sarah presented herself at the table. "Hello Sarah, this is my friend Jamila. She is just leaving." Jamila stood, and simply said, "Hello and goodbye, I know you two have much to discuss. Later habibi." With Jamila gone, Sarah turned to Shaymaa. "Well! Your friend is quite blunt." "Not really. She knows that my time with you is very limited and valuable. Unlike me, she is Muslim and therefore respects the time and privacy of others. So, would you like something to drink as we get started? I will be having a Italian espresso." "Yes, I would like that as well with cream on the side." "You got it" as Shaymaa went to the counter to order. Returning to the table, she started, "Sarah, how do we start?" Sarah took the queue, "For your understanding, I wish to start with my viewpoint of your role here in Aswan. To be candid, I don't believe you are qualified to do what I require for our clients here." Shaymaa stirred in her seat. "Wait, hear me out Shaymaa. Actually no one is qualified given the cultural and language challenges. But, it is both my opinion as well as Peter's, that it is quicker to teach you the basics of what we do then to teach our current team members how to speak Arabic ... or Nubian. Plus, you reside here which is too foreign for our team. Peter sees immense capability in you, especially at your age. So, to be blunt, you are the best of all evils, so to speak." Shaymaa held her composure. "I'll take that as the back-handed compliment that it is." The espressos arrived along with some complimentary Belgian chocolates. Shaymaa noted, "By the way, the cream is pasteurized in this cafe, which is not always the case across Egypt." Sarah laughed easily. "That is an example, although a small one granted, of why cultural knowledge is important for our team to work here in Aswan." She paused as she pulled a number of documents out of her soft-leathered attaché. "Shaymaa, in preparation for this meeting I have prepared a number of papers for your understanding. They include briefs for each of our possible clients here. Of course, they are not to be shared outside of the consultancy. Additionally, I have provided several brochures regarding our consulting services. You will not be required to interact with the customer on any of the business objectives. The other team members provide that expertise as required. To that point, I have provided a brief CV for each team member. I have also provided a table of the team members as to whether or not they are primarily qualified as to 15 specific talents. However, since you do not have a business degree ... yet ... , you need to know the keywords of what we do as to their basic meaning. I have provided a glossary for many of those keywords that you can further research in the financial/technical papers I have provided. Lastly, I have created a rough timeframe for your tasks for the next 6 months, including your visit to London for indoctrination there for approximately 1 month." Shaymaa reached out to take the documents. She was genuinely excited when she said, " Sarah, this is absolutely great what you have provided. You clearly have put an effort into getting me off on a good start." "Of course! That is my job. You will never receive less from me as you progress in the consultancy. You should find that true for all team members whom Peter has personally and purposely chosen. That will be evident when you review the table of skills of the individual members. The team is very well balanced. Given your specific tasks in Aswan, you will be assigned by me to assist the efforts of a number of these folks when they are here. That will be the same when you are sent to the other Arab-speaking countries to support my counterpart there, Bob George. In both cases you do report directly to Peter as a staff member, however you are under my direction for the assignments here ... as well as with Bob. This is a unique reporting structure for the consultancy, but it is Peter's desire." Sarah stiffened slightly, "Peter sees and expects your talents to be used beyond just that of field support." "Again, thank you for your assistance, and I look forward to your guidance as required when handling tasks here in Aswan. I say that with all honesty in that I am now an employee and not the owner, not the boss. So, yes, I know that I have many things to experience and learn in that capacity." "Shaymaa, at this point, do you have any further questions or comments? "No I don't." as she glanced at the stack of documents that Sarah provided. "Then with that said, again welcome to the team. I am off now to meet with a possible client." They both stood and shook hands. Shaymaa took her seat again as Sarah departed. She placed her head into her hands and thought 'Oh my God! What have I taken on?' She would reflect on this meeting over the next several days as she went through all of the documentation.

8. Smitten

Shaymaa woke up early the next morning with a feeling of apprehension. It was due to her dream of being in school and having not studied for the final exam in mathematics. Quickly coming to the realization of where she was, she was not able to get back to sleep. As she stood to take a shower, she saw the stack of documents on her desk in the room and let out an audible groan. She took a longer shower than usual hesitating to face the inevitable task she was assigned. She then dressed in light cotton slacks and a loosely weaved cotton blouse and headed downstairs. Her parents were not in the kitchen as she walked through towards a foot path along the Nile. She was heading for the library in the next village to study most of the documents she had been given. As usual, it was a bright, cloudless morning when suddenly a 4 ft. shoebill stork landed on the shore just ahead of her. She was startled and dropped a number of the files. As she bent to gather them, the stork slowly approached her and then stopped staring at her. Shaymaa knew that this imposing type of bird was docile. She continued on her way laughing at herself that she had so reacted. She had to get a hold of herself with these new responsibilities.

When she arrived at the library, she positioned herself at a desk in a corner behind a book stack; she wished to not be distracted. She remained there until 3 reading and taking notes about her team members first and then their individual skill sets outlined in the table. Next she reviewed the keywords in the glossary and correlated them to the 15 primary skills. She was mentally exhausted when she packed up her documents and headed back along the footpath. Once again, the stork flew in and landed at her side. She was not startled this time. She had regained much of her confidence as to meeting the challenge of this new career.

Once at home, she dropped off her documents and took her scooter into Aswan to meet Jamila at the cafe at 4:30. When she got there, Jamila was not there yet. So she checked her phone for calls and messages since she hadn't all day. There was a call from Peter with a message. "Shaymaa, this is Peter. I understand that Sarah met with you last night and provided you with a mountain of documents. When you get this message, please call me to discuss the continuation of your indoctrination. No hurry. While the rest of the team leaves Aswan tomorrow, I have extended my stay here by another week. Thank you. Cheerio!" Shaymaa smiled when she thought there may be more meetings with Peter in the next week ... and without Sarah. Her smiled broadened. Jamila arrived as Shaymaa was ordering Italian espressos for the two of them. With a la bliss and a hug, they both sat down. Shaymaa was beaming with excitement to bring her friend up to date. Without being asked, she began talking with a string of rapid thoughts. She started with her confidence as to getting a handle on what she would be doing and ending with the point that Peter would be in Aswan for another week. "Whoa my friend. Catch a breath." "Sorry, I am on a high right now for all of the right reasons." The espressos arrived with Shaymaa sitting back in her chair. Taking a sip of the espresso, she started again in rapid fire. "Did i already tell you that when I am in London that I am to be his 'date' for social events? When he first mentioned that I was a bit taken back by that point. But now, ... but now, I am starting to truly understand this tremendous opportunity I have to break away from the constraints of my life in the village as well as the Islam culture of Aswan. Did I also tell you?" Jamila interrupted her. "Whoa!, again Shaymaa. You are my dearest friend, and I feel I need to be the Devil's advocate here." "Yes!, You are correct, and I treasure your understanding of me as well as your sound judgment over the years. After all, it was your 'meddling' in my mind when I was 14 to urge me to start my felucca rental business." "Meddling, really!?" "Just kidding habibi; do your stuff." Jamila continued, "Where is your mind?" "Having gone through much of the documentation I have been given for London Sage, I instinctively believe that I can do the work with ease. Additionally, should I stay with this job for at least 6 years, given the terms of my contract, I will have a business degree as well as exceptional international experience that will permit me to work in amazing places outside of Egypt, for example London or Paris... perhaps even the States." "First, I must say until several minutes ago, I was really concerned that you were stepping into a situation in which you could be taken advantage of given your age. However, I am now in sync with your excitement and expectations. I believe I need not challenge you anymore, if for no other reason than what you are pursuing is beyond my ability to comprehend." "Thank you for that." "By the way, do you have contact info for that American, Bruce?" "Ok, let me turn the table and be your Devil's advocate. Please don't go near that guy. He will simply take advantage of you. He is a 'player' here with a family in the States." "Ooooo, thank you for that." For the rest of their time together that late afternoon, the conversation focused on comments and inquiries by Shaymaa and Jamila, respectively, as to Peter, thereby revealing that Shaymaa was now clearly smitten with this Englishman. Shaymaa now fully understood and accepted that about herself.

As she and Jamila were getting ready to depart, she received a call from Peter. "Hello Shaymaa, this is Peter." "Hello Peter." "Can you meet me and the team at the bar of 1902 this evening at 6:30 for a celebration of my team's efforts here before they leave tomorrow?" "I would love that. I will see you shortly. Goodbye." "Goodbye Shaymaa."

Shaymaa was at the bar on time having spoken to the Maître D' for several minutes. Only Peter was there. "Hello Shaymaa. The rest of the team will be her at 6:45, as I requested of them. Without them present, I wish to pass something by you." Shaymaa sat down on the bar stool next to him. "Yes Peter?" "This is short notice, I understand, but can you return with me to London this coming Friday?" "Wow! Yes, of course, but I will need a passport." "Martha can provide such by then." "But why the urgency Peter?" "There are 2 reasons. First, an important Saudi Sheik is to meet with me in London regarding a major contract, and I want you to be my Assistant and interpreter. Second, I know you have no experience in air travel, especially internationally, and I wish to be your guide to address the challenges of an Egyptian citizen entering Great Britain to do work there. If I am with you, then I can directly handle any problems with my contacts in the appropriate government agencies.: He paused for a moment. "We will meet in 2 days to go through the details." As he was making his final point about the trip to London, the other team members began to arrive. All of them were seated at a large table that Peter had reserved, and the farewell dinner began. As before, Peter had arranged a driver for Shaymaa for her trip home that evening, and then a return trip, as she desired the next day. Her scooter was once again stored at the Hotel.

9. London Bound

Shaymaa fidgeted throughout dinner. She was both excited and anxious given how things were advancing quicker than she expected. She would be in London in a week and without her family and Jamila, especially. She was surprised that Peter did not tell the staff at dinner of her forthcoming arrival. Therefore, she said nothing as she said goodbye to everyone after dinner. Her driver was waiting for her as she left the restaurant. Once at home, she found that her parents had already gone to bed. She went directly to her bedroom with her mind spinning as to what she should pack in her luggage. Not being familiar with London's weather, she decided to take several of her warmest outfits and then plan on shopping once there.

She did not sleep comfortably that night, There were a number of things she had to do before leaving, including assuring the continuing management of her felucca rentals. Surely, Martha would assist her in finding an apartment ... in the right part of town. She would need an advance in her pay to get started. What about transportation once there? How much would a scooter cost? Could she find a Coptic church? What if she didn't like the big city? Would her cell phone work there? How could she find Nubians with whom to associate? Is her clothing of the right style to fit in? What clothing would she require for her 'dates' with Peter when required? Could she find the type of seasonings and means to make Shamsi (the unique Nubian bread that is set to raise in the sun)? Would she need to get some medical shots before she left? ... It was well after midnight when she fell asleep sitting up in her bed with her headsets on listening to Brahms.

In the morning when she woke still sitting up, she was quickly out of bed and into the shower. She remembered some of what she had thought about the night before, and she wanted to make her list of what had to be accomplished before her departure. First, however, she wanted to tell her parents of the trip. She dressed quickly in light cotton slacks, and again a loose blouse, and headed for the kitchen. Both her parents would likely be there at this time in the morning. As she headed down the steps, she stopped for a moment to think about how to tell her father. He had always been very supportive of what she pursued beginning 5 years earlier with her felucca rental business. But, this was different, he would not be able to be by her side if something went awry. She knew that would really bother him.

"Good morning Mom and Papa!" They returned her greetings. She decided to make an overly positive statement about her trip. "I am very, very excited to tell you that my job is progressing quickly! It so happens that within 1 week I will be in London to begin my training." "WOW! Pigeon", her father said with unquestionable joy. Her Mom smiled and gave Shaymaa a warm hug not saying anything, Shaymaa was taken back somewhat given her expectation otherwise of her father's reaction. Her father continued. "This is your second major life challenge after having started your own business 5 years ago. We are so proud of you." Mom gave her another hug. Her father continued, "Shaymaa, I have to go into Aswan now, but let's get together after dinner and talk through the issues you need to address before you leave .... and when you get there." "Thanks Papa. Your knowledge and guidance has always been very important to me. To be honest,

I am a bit anxious about this whole London thing." He responded quickly, "There is nothing that will keep you from succeeding other than your doubt of yourself." With that said and a kiss on the cheek for her and his wife, he left. Shaymaa sat at the kitchen table as her Mom prepared her favorite breakfast: 'Pain Perdu' with homemade cane/honey syrup and chicken sausage links. Her Mom did not offer any thoughts to her, and nor did Shaymaa ask for any. She knew her Mom would be sad about her departure - the first time out of the village for either of the children.

With the days remaining before she left for London, Shaymaa would focus on getting her business in order as to accounting records, licenses, and advanced payment for the docking spaces for 2 months. She had decided to not offer Ahmed, her stepbrother, the management of her business. First, Ahmad had remained loyal to Islam, his father's faith. Second, Ahmed practiced the same male misogynistic practices of Muslims in dealing with woman. Lastly, for some time Ahmed had been talking about going to West Africa to get involved with the textile and clothing industries by joining his close friend there. As to her crew, they had not demonstrated enough maturity to handle her business properly in her absence. Jamila was her most reasonable choice. In the afternoon they would meet at the cafe for that discussion. In her mind she had a plan to bring Jamila in as a partner when permanently assigned in London at some point. This coming trip would be an appropriate test for that plan. After breakfast, Shaymaa called the driver that she had been assigned the previous night at dinner to take her into Aswan. She was going to meet with Jamila at the favored cafe to discuss the felucca business. Afterwards she would obtain the scooter from the Hotel to get home.

Jamila was already at their favorite table when she arrived. The two hugged each other intensely knowing that this was the last time each would see the other for some time. There were tears running down each of their cheeks. As they sat, two Italian cappuccinos arrived that had been ordered by Jamila. Shaymaa started, "We have several serious issues to discuss." Jamila sat forward in her chair as she wiped her tears. She then reached over to wipe Shaymaa's tears. They both laughed. Shaymaa continued, "Jamila, you are my best and most loving and trusted friend. " she paused "I am asking you to consider taking over my business while I am gone. With this, Jamila sat back in her chair with an expression of total surprise. Shaymaa said nothing more giving Jamila time to gather her thoughts. Jamila's response was almost instantaneous. "My God girl, are you serious?" Not waiting for a response, she continued, "I would absolutely love that. THANK YOU!" They spent the next several hours with Shaymaa explaining the necessary requirements for Jamila's handling of the business. Shaymaa turned over the keys to her business as well as a signed document providing Jamila with the proper authority to manage the business. Shaymaa did not tell Jamila that was a test for her to manage the business once she was in London on a permanent basis. As Shaymaa stood to leave, Jamila came over and hugged her saying "God bless your travels, and thank you for your trust in me. I love you so much." "And I Love you." Shaymaa departed with both of them having tears on their cheeks.

Upon retrieving her scooter from the hotel and arriving at home, she was greeted by her father. He had closed his rug business early to spend time with his daughter that evening. He had a number of thoughts to share with her as to her time in London. His primary concern was to address her naivety in meeting people in London. He also addressed his position on how she should interact with the culture of England, but without scaring her. While he had doubts regarding Peter's overall intentions with her, his comments were general about Englishmen and not Peter specifically. Lastly, he made a most emphatic point about her not hesitating to return home if she felt threatened in some way. He wanted her to be clear that she had no contractual obligation to remain there if she was not comfortable. However, there may be challenges which at first may seem impossible to handle. But, he stated that she has great perseverance and sound judgment. Shaymaa was a bit confused on his last statement, but thanked him sincerely, kissed his cheek and went to her room skipping dinner. She now accepted that she was an individual responsible to herself first.

Martha had managed to get her passport arranged including Shaymaa's picture that was sent by email. Sarah was helpful in this endeavor to get the completed passport to Aswan within 4 days. The day before departure, Peter called her to discuss any remaining issues she may have. She listed what she had done for preparation. Peter simply said. "Super Shaymaa. You are ready to go. A driver will pick you up at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Also, please tell your parents that you will be well taken care of during this short trip. Please give them my cell phone so as to call me at any time. Sweet Dreams and I will see you tomorrow at the airport." "Thank you Peter. I am very excited about this opportunity you have offered me."

The air trip to London required a one-hour Egypt Air to Cairo, and then First Class on British Air to London. Normally, Egypt Air would have been the most convenient flight to London as to airport connections. But, no alcohol was served on Egypt Air, and Peter wanted to do some preliminary 'conditioning' of Shaymaa by treating her to the best. On the first flight Shaymaa giggled on take off being not use to the trust of the airplane that pinned her to the back of her seat. Sitting by a window, she was amazed by the sight of the Nile below and the narrow strips of vegetation that bordered the vast deserts East and West. Then there was the view of Cairo as the plane flew over the main part of the city to the airport just North of the city. She had not imagined the vast number of brown buildings. Lastly, the plane went to the West side of the city bringing her in the sight of the 3 pyramids and the Sphinx. "WOW!" she said out loud for the amusement of the passengers sitting near her. Even living in Aswan her entire life, she had never visited the Valley of the Kings. Hence, the first sight of the Pyramids thrilled her. She made the mental note to visit the Valley once back in Aswan. The second flight was less dramatic for her with the exception of the Alps in France. She had never seen such terrain. Unfortunately, she saw little of London given the normal cloud coverage. And, she enjoyed the excellent cuisine of British Air in first class including fine Champagne.

Once she landed, Peter took her by the arm to guide her through customs. She was a bit nervous anticipating the degree of interrogation being an Egyptian. However, Peter said that he would be by her side the whole time, and that she would by presented as his fiancée. He even had a ring to place on her left hand ring finger. She was thrilled with that gesture. There were no problems with Customs and then onto luggage. This was another amazement to her as to the infrastructure there with the numerous baggage carousels. Within 20 minutes they had their luggage and exited the airport for the limousine that Martha had ordered. She had never seen such a huge BMW that included champagne chilled in the back seat. The trip into London from Heathrow was also surprising to her: the traffic, the width of the major highways, the 2-tier buses, the crowding of huge buildings, the number of people, etc. She thought to herself: 'Will I be comfortable and fit into such an environment?' It was an hour before they reached her apartment that Martha had set up. They both departed the limousine with Peter giving an instruction to the driver to wait for his return; approximately 15 minutes. His flat was further into the center of London, but he had to get Shaymaa established for the evening. Peter carried her luggage up several steps of the townhouse that housed a number of apartments. He buzzed the Super and was soon met by Poppy, a rather plump, older lady with bright red hair (hence the name). With introductions made, the two followed Poppy to the 3rd floor to Shaymaa's flat. She gave Shaymaa the key and left with a jolly " Good Evening Deary." Shaymaa opened the door and entered the flat. Peter followed with the luggage and walked her through the flat. The far wall was solid glass with a small deck that overlooked the Thames. "WOW!" was Shaymaa's first response. "Shaymaa, this is your home for the next month or so. I know you will enjoy it. As I expect you are, I am also very tired and need to proceed to my house. You have my cell phone number, and you are to call me at anytime should you need my assistance. Breakfast will be available to you tomorrow morning down on the first floor. I will be back here at 10 to get you fully established." "Thank you Peter. I am very excited about this." He turned to exit. Without thinking, Shaymaa lightly grabbed his right side and hugged him with a kiss on the cheek. Peter turned to face her directly gently holding her face in both of his hands. He wanted to go further, but he backed off. He smiled and then "Goodnight Habibi", and he left closing the door behind him.

Shaymaa was quite tired, but she first sat on the patio drinking some tea that was available in the kitchen. As she looked at the expanse of the city across the Thames, she thought 'Did I go too far with that embrace and a kiss on the cheek?' That thought was followed by 'Did I not sense that Peter wanted to kiss me upon his departure?' This was new ground for her, and she shook her head saying out loud. "Be patient Shaymaa until there clearly is reality in this 'dream' of yours."

10. A Great Start

When Shaymaa woke up in the morning, it was still dark outside. Noticing the clock on the side of the bed, she realized that there was a 3-hour time zone difference between Aswan and London. But, she desired no more sleep. There was so much on her mind. So, she went to the deck to stretch and enjoy the reflection of the city lights on the Thames, followed by a sunrise bursting with alternating yellow and orange layers. It was so peaceful at that time compared to when she arrived the night before. She had two cups of tea before she headed to the shower. The strength of the water pressure and the multiple settings (she tried each) were so soothing to her that she lingered there for 20 minutes. Her father told her that the water anywhere in Europe was safe for her to drink, contrary to how Europeans are so restricted when in Egypt. Once dried off, she decided on slim cotton pants, a conservative blouse, and a casual blazer with an open front. On leaving her room at 8 for breakfast, she slowly rotated in front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror in the hallway to her satisfaction of how she was dressed. She expected that the shoes she had brought were most likely too casual, but shopping would soon fix that.

Upon entering the dining room she noted the 4 tables, each with two chairs. Shaymaa was warmly greeted by Poppy. "Good morning Deary. I hope you had a good rest after your long journey." Shaymaa smiled and nodded. "Please Deary, have a seat at this table. I will get you a cup of tea and water. There is cream and sugar here on the table if you require that." Without asking what Shaymaa would want for breakfast, Poppy continued. "Your breakfast will be out in shortly." As she waited for her breakfast, she checked her phone for messages hoping that it would work there; it did. While focusing on her messages from Jamila and Papa asking that she text tell them about her air travels, she felt a nudge at her right knee. She looked down and saw this most adorable, cream-colored dog sniffing at her pants and feet. It was a type of dog that she had never seen before. She petted the dog behind the right ear as it sat down next to her. Just as suddenly, she heard someone say, "Sorry Miss. That is Jazz who loves to meet people, especially lovely ladies as yourself." He paused. "My name is Brad, and Jazz and I have a room on the second floor." Startled somewhat by his sudden introduction, she turned from admiring the dog to face this most handsome man with a square jaw and penetrating blue eyes. She responded, "I am Shaymaa, and I am on the 3rd floor." "Very nice to meet you Shaymaa. I see you are waiting for your breakfast. May Jazz and I join you since we are confederates here? She did not know the word 'confederates', but she assumed it positive. "Yes, please." as Jazz snuggled closer to her knee. Quite surprising to her, Jazz then laid his chin on her lap with his eyes looking up at her. Shaymaa smiled and laughed softly. As Brad was sitting, Poppy approached the table. "Excellent, you two have met each other." "Sir Williams, here is your coffee. Do you wish the usual for breakfast?" "Yes, please Poppy." She replied," Lovely! I will serve you two together." as she headed back to the kitchen. Shaymaa restarted the conversation. "Is 'Sir' your first name?" He laughed gently. 'You are not from England, I expect?" "No, I am from Upper Egypt, Aswan specifically". "In England, 'Sir' is a title given to men of certain notoriety as to property or contribution to society ... like Sir Elton John." "Ah yes, of course. Are you a musician?" "No, my family has several estates across England, hence the title. So, is this your first day in England, Shaymaa?" "Yes. I am here for a month or so to begin a position in international marketing for a consulting firm here. I came directly from Aswan yesterday, and this is my first trip outside of Aswan actually." "Lovely. I guess based upon your stature and loveliness that you are Nubian." She smiled, biting her lower lip lightly. and tilting her head slightly "Very good, SIR!" "I am somewhat familiar with your culture given a boat trip on the Nile from Cairo to Aswan that my family took when I was a teenager." At that moment, Poppy arrived with both breakfast plates. Shaymaa sat back in her chair as the plate was placed in front of her. It was a very generous portion of food including 2 sunny-up eggs, ham slices, a robust sausage, a grilled tomato, mushrooms, toast ... and beans (beans, really? she thought). Brad noticed the expression of distress on her face and said "Shaymaa, that is what is called a 'full English breakfast'. You are expected to eat it all to stay on the right side of Poppy." She uttered a sigh as she picked up her fork and knife. "Shaymaa, I will help you with 'cleaning' your plate on one condition." Looking up from the mass of food on the plate, "What is your condition?, most kind Sir!" she said with again a tilt of her head. "You will agree to have dinner with me in the next several days." Holding out her hand to shake, "It's a deal" They shook hands, and Brad reached across the table to relieve her of the beans, ham, and mushrooms by sliding them onto his plate of 2 poached eggs and rye toast. Even with that relief, she was stuffed by the end of breakfast.

Brad proceeded to ask a number of questions so as to know more about this most enchanting woman. Shaymaa felt at ease with this fellow and was gladly forthcoming with her responses. It was nearly 9:30 when Shaymaa glanced at her watch. Without having asked any questions of him, Shaymaa stated that she would have to leave at that point since her boss would be there at 10. Brad had one more question. "May I have your mobile number so as I can call you during the next several days to set up dinner plans? I know the perfect restaurant to take you to when you are available." "Ahhhh ... yes, of course, SIR!" and she scribbled the number on a napkin and handed it to him. She leaned down to pet Jazz who was now sprawled on the floor. With that she stood and walked out. Jazz didn't stir. She would learn at their forthcoming dinner that Brad's nickname for Jazz was 'Rug'. With her departure, Brad now saw her full figure and murmured, "absolutely lovely".

At 10 sharp, her flat phone range. It was Peter telling her that he was in the front room on the first floor and to meet him when she is ready. "I'll be right down Peter." She hung up the phone, freshened her face in the WC, and took the steps to the first floor. Peter was sitting on the leather sofa and stood to greet her. " A very good morning Shaymaa." They shook hands and both sat down on individual leather chairs across from a coffee table. Shaymaa started, Peter I love this place, including Poppy. She is quite sweet. I must say that the breakfast is very large that she served me this morning. Fortunately, another guest shared my plate." "Really, you made an acquaintance already? How typical of your wonderful personality." "Actually, to be truthful, he introduced himself to me. And, he had a most gorgeous, large, cream-colored dog named Jazz." "Ah yes, that would have likely been an English Cream, Golden Retriever. That breed is very popular here." He was going to begin the conversation regarding her first day in the office. That is, until she purposely said the following. "That gentlemen, Sir Brad, was easy to talk with. In fact, he has invited me to dinner in the next several days." "Did you say SIR Brad? What was his last name?" "Well, Ms. Poppy referred to him as Sir Williams." Suddenly, Peter laughed out loud as he slapped his right knee with his right hand. "Shaymaa, that gentleman is one of our major, potential clients. In fact, I and some of the staff, and now you, will be meeting with him next Wednesday on a major international marketing assignment in Saudi Arabia. I believe, Shaymaa, you have already proven your worth on your first day in the firm. We will talk about this meeting tomorrow. But, for now, I wish to get us off to a good start at the office. None of the team, except Martha and Sarah know that you will be there today." He paused, then, "THIS IS A GREAT START", and he laughed again. Peter's response to her mentioning the forthcoming dinner with Brad was not the one she expected. It certainly was not the one she desired.

11. WOW!

They took a taxi to the office. On the way, Peter turned to Shaymaa, "Given that you may be having dinner with Sir Williams before our meeting with him on Wednesday next, I have a request. If he doesn't ask which company employs you, then please don't volunteer that information. I think it would be a great start of the meeting when he is surprised by your presence. OK?" "If you wish Peter." Within another 2 minutes they arrived at the building in which London Sage is located. Peter paid the driver, and they entered the massive building of mirrored glass. In the daylight, she was able to take in all of the amazing architecture that she had seen when arriving last night. They took the elevator (another first for her) to the 14th floor and walked into an open area with a receptionist at her desk. "Good morning Peter" "Good morning Barbara. This is Shaymaa, our newest employee." Barbara held out her hand with a genuine "So glad to meet you Shaymaa. You will love working here, I'm sure." "Nice to meet you Barbara. I am looking forward to working her with the team." Barbara then told them that the team was in the conference room waiting for their arrival. They proceeded back a narrow hallway heading for a corner office. Peter said softly with a quirky grin, "By the way, we interact on a first name basis here. I actually don't know Barbara's last name." They first stopped in Peter's spacious office surrounded by glass. Shaymaa gasped as she looked out over the city below. "WOW! Peter, this is absolutely amazing to be up this high in such a beautiful building (another first for her). Peter laughed, "You will soon get use to the spaces here and many other places in your future travels, I'm sure." Peter picked up several folders from the corner of his desk. Shaymaa noticed the picture on his desk of Peter and a lovely young lady sitting on the high side of an apparently large sailboat slicing through dark blue water. She immediately recalled when they first met, and that he had stated he owned a sailboat. She pointed to the picture. "Peter, what's the length of your boat?" "That's BIG DEAL, an Excalibur 40 cruiser that I bought in the States after being awarded a major contract there. I sailed it across the Atlantic for her virgin voyage." She couldn't hold back. "Who's the gorgeous female? Did you acquire her in the States and bring her back also?" "Ahhhh, No. That's a dear friend ... Cynthia." He quickly turned and headed for the conference room. He wished no more questions regarding Cynthia. The truth is that he and Cynthia had separated several months previously, but he could not remove the picture from his desk. Shaymaa followed.

As they entered the room, all heads turned to see them. Peter started with "Hi team, good to see you all ... and here is Shaymaa our newest team member." They all applauded and then each team member in turn came to welcome her. Sarah was last to welcome her firmly holding Shaymaa's right hand with both of hers. She then led Shaymaa to a chair that was open. Once all were seated, Peter started, "Team, I decided to bring Shaymaa this first week to get her off to a solid start. And, as has happened, It was fortunate that I did. Yesterday, she met Sir Williams by chance yesterday where she is staying, and they are to have dinner within the next several days." There was a sudden round of applause with several 'Jolly good Shaymaa'. Peter continued, we have much to do in preparing for our meeting with Sir Williams Wednesday next. You each know your assignments and parts of the meeting. We will have a practice run on Monday to go through the various scripts." He turned specifically to Shaymaa. "You will have no direct responsibilities in this your first meeting. But, you will sit with Sarah's team that is responsible for setting the overall strategy." During Peter's talk, Shaymaa eyed each of the way that the 5 women were dressed. Indeed, she would have to make some slight changes, e.g., a scarf, a more formal blouse, and more stylish shoes as she had already anticipated. Peter continued, "Ok team, you know what you have to do." Then turning towards Sarah he said, "Sarah, Shaymaa will be with Martha for several hours to get her settled in administratively. After that I will take her for a tour of the office, I ask that you incorporate her thoughts as you believe best, if at all." Sarah smiled and nodded. At that point, all others left the room and Peter led Shaymaa to Martha's office to get her started. Martha warmly welcomed her, with a hug no less. Shaymaa immediately felt comfortable with this woman that had efficiently handled all of the travel issues, including the passport and her lodging. He asked Martha to take Shaymaa out for lunch and that he would be back at 3 to take Shaymaa for a tour through the rest of the office, including her desk as his Assistant outside of his office. Peter knew that Martha could be best in loco parentis for the initial part of Shaymaa's employment.

In Martha's office, the two went through a number of forms as well as an employment contract (another first for her). She had a number of questions regarding that form, as her father had advised her so as to have a clear understanding of what she was signing. Martha was very impressed with this young woman, both as to her 'young' elegance and maturity in addressing her issues. Over lunch at a pub nearby, it was Martha's turn to ask questions of Shaymaa as to her Nubian culture and the felucca rental business she had started at the age of 14. Peter had made it clear to Martha that she would be Shaymaa's personal liaison to the firm.

At 3 Peter was at Martha's office to take Shaymaa on a tour of the office. Once the two were walking down the first hallway, Peter asked her if she had any questions at that point. She responded that she didn't, and that Martha had been quite complete in what she needed to at least start. They came to a large open area where most of the team members had their desks in individual cells. Next onto Sarah's office which was on an interior wall. Finally, they headed back to a small office next to his. It also had a glass wall overlooking the city. "WOW!" was her first audible statement. As she entered ahead of Peter, she noted a stack of documents on one end of the desk, and a number of file folders on the credenza next to the window behind her desk. "So now you begin Shaymaa. Each of the folders on the credenza has the information on our current and potential customers. The documents on the desk are what you should first go through. They consist of 'white papers' and brochures that describe the consultancy's range of services. With each, the particular team member responsible is noted, and you should direct any questions you have on a particular topic to the noted individual. Peter left her in her office noting that he would be back at 5:30 to take her back to her residence.

The documents and folders were overwhelming at first. As suggested by Peter, she started with the brochures and white papers to get a basic understanding of what she needed to know about the consultancy. At 4:30 her cell rang with an unknown number displayed. She answered, "Hello, this is Shaymaa." "Hello Shaymaa. This is Brad. I trust I am not disturbing you at work." "No, your timing is fine Brad. Or should I call you Sir Williams? ... or Sir Brad?", she said in an amused manner. "NO!, just Brad, thank you. I called, because I mentioned last night, there is a restaurant to which I want to take you. It is the Star of India not far from our residence." He kept talking not waiting for a reply. "Tonight will be a pleasant one weather-wise to walk to and from the restaurant. Are you game?" "Ah Yes, if you mean am I willing to join you." "Super! The dress code is very informal, and I will meet you in the lobby at 7:30. OK?" "Yes, Brad. See you then." Upon ending the call, she said out loud 'WOW! as she raised and clicked the fingers on both hands above her head.

At 5:30 sharp, Peter entered her office. She was so buried in her reading that she didn't notice until he coughed lightly. "Oh! Hi. Is it 5:30 already?" "Yes. Let's get you back to your residence. You have had a long day." "First, Peter, I have a question about Discounted Cash Flow and the selection of the Internal Rate of Return." "Whoa! Let's save that for tomorrow. It is Martini time. In fact, before I put in a taxi for your residence, I suggest a celebration drink at the Pub down the street. Sound good?" "OK, but I need to be back at my residence by 7 to freshen up for my 7:30 dinner with Brad ..... er..... Sir Williams." "It's Brad, is it?" "Yes!" as she smiled innocently. And they were off to the Pub. He was already beginning to think of the questions he would have for her tomorrow. With a brief conversation over a glass of claret for her and a gin martini for him, she said that she must leave to ready for tonight. He paid and hailed her a taxi.

12. A Most Unique Experience

Shaymaa was in her room by 6:45, and she removed her clothes and directly went to the shower. Her concentrated reading of all of the material that afternoon had resulted in strained neck muscles. She selected the massage setting on the slower head and focused it on her neck and shoulders. Within several minutes, she could feel those muscles giving in to the pulsing of the water as she slowly tilted her head from side to side. As she began to relax, her thoughts shifted to what to wear for dinner. Her slim 6 ft. stature was well suited for her high-waist slacks with cropped wide legs. With that choice, she decided on a cotton-linen lace lapel button down short sleeve shirt. Given her height, relative to Brad, she chose her black flats. By 7:20 she was dressed, and her long, dark maroon hair was brushed and slightly curled at the tips. She was absolutely stunning.

She exited the elevator on the ground floor and noticed Brad in the far corner of the lounge. He was talking with a very attractive middle-age woman. As she approached the pair, they both gave the other a kiss on both cheeks, and the woman quickly exited not waiting for an introduction. Brad turned to face her and held up both hands in a 'stop' position. "Blimey Shaymaa!, you are the Bee's Knee. I love your taste in an outfit." Shaymaa blushed slightly: "Ahh.....Thank you Sir!" "None of that 'Sir' please, just Brad. Now, as to taste, I think you will enjoy the restaurant to which we are going. I expect that you do not have this type of cuisine in Aswan." I'm game Sir .... Brad" They both laughed as he took her hand in his and exited the Hotel. His private car was waiting.

Within 10 minutes, they arrived at their destination: The Star of India. Before exiting the car, Brad faced Shaymaa, "Tonight, Shaymaa you will have an extraordinary experience as to cuisine and atmosphere, beginning with the maître d." "As I said earlier Brad, I definitely game ... and excited." "Super! Let's go." as the driver opened the back car door. The entrance to the restaurant was interesting, but not extraordinary. However, once inside Shaymaa exclaimed "WOW!". The maitre d nodded: "Good evening Sir Williams." "Good evening Jeffrey. This is my guest for the evening: Miss Shaymaa." "Such a honor to have you both this evening, Sir Williams, Madame. Your private table is prepared." As Jeffrey led them to a partially enclosed booth in the back, he was softly singing an Ethel Merman song from the Broadway show Gypsy. Shaymaa tapped Brad's right hand and smiled with a wink, remembering Brad's earlier comment. With a musical "Ta Da!", Jeffrey assisted Shaymaa with her chair, and Brad then followed with his own seating. As they waited for the server, Brad explained that wine, and alcohol in general, have a very recent history in Indian cuIture. Instead they would be drinking Pudina Sharbat, a mint lemonade of sorts.

"Good evening Sir Williams and Miss Shaymaa" the server said once at the table. Brad nodded. "The meal you requested was prepared for you this afternoon, and it can be served within minutes of your request." "Excellent. First we will start with a bottle of Perrier and a Pudina Sharbat for each of us. Also, please bring two servings of Samosas with our drinks. "Of course, Sir Williams" and the server returned to the kitchen. Shaymaa began, "Brad when we first met yesterday, you had quite the inquisitive mind as to my background and who I am." He interrupted her, "And I still do.", he said with a wink. "Ahhh ... Yes. Well it is now my turn to be inquisitive" Again he interrupted. "I am an open book, so to speak." "Ahhh ... Yes" she repeated. At that point the server arrived with the drinks and the samosas. "So, please tell me the things you would like me to know about you. .... from your book, so to speak." She smiled and sat back in her chair. Sitting back in his seat as well, Brad proceeded with a brief description of his family's heritage. At one point he noted again that his family had a number of estates across the country. At which point she interrupted; "What is an estate in this country? Is it like a palace in Ancient Egypt?" "Not really", he said with some hesitation. "An estate in England is usually a large portion of land with a large house, etc., owned by a single family. Egypt's ancient palaces were major compounds containing a number of buildings, often enclosed within a wall. A palace was the center of power for a King and his subjects." At that point, Brad signaled the server to bring the main course. Brad suddenly had a broad smile looking directly at Shaymaa's face, "Say, would you like to visit one of my family's estate this coming weekend?" "WOW!" she said. "Tell me more." she said invitingly. She was enchanted with this gentleman, and for the first time in her life she desired to be accepting to almost anything he may suggest. Brad obliged her request with numerous details of a particular estate he had in mind. That property was the closest to London, and it is fully staffed. AND, his parents didn't live there at that time of year, thereby avoiding the possible discrimination they may exhibit given Shaymaa's origin ... and race. That confrontation would be in the future if his sense of her spirit and intelligence proved to be what he perceived. Shaymaa listened intently to every detail he mentioned with great interest. This was really exciting for her.

As Brad was finishing discussing the horses stabled at the estate as well as the surrounding woods in which to ride, the dinner was served. In spite of the Pudina Sharbats they each had in Indian tradition, Bart ordered a bottle of Veuve Cliquot Champagne to enjoy with the meal. As they waited for the champagne before eating, the rich, somewhat pungent, aroma of each of the dishes was so welcoming to Shaymaa. She recognized the scent of the lamb but not the herb(s) involved. In short order, the Champagne was delivered, opened, and poured into 2 flutes. "Cheers Shaymaa. Here is to a most enchanting woman."

She blushed slightly. They clicked their flutes and enjoyed their first flute of this extraordinary Champagne. Bart then suggested that some of the sauce be stirred into the basmati rice. She did so and began to consume much of the rice before going for the lamb. Suddenly, she reached across the table taking one of Bart's hands in hers and squeezed it tightly. Bart was surprised by her action and looked directly at her. She was staring straight ahead with her pupils wide and totally still. Alarmed, Bart said "Shaymaa are you OK" She did not respond immediately. Suddenly her eyes moved and she put her hands to her head. "Bart, I ... ah ... In my mind I was floating without any awareness of my surroundings. But, I am OK now ... I hope." "Shaymaa, you are OK. I am sure it was the level of cilantro in the food for which you are most likely not use to. I have seen that before. I suggest no more Champagne at this point." "With a broad smile she said, "Well!, Sir Williams, I will ALWAYS remember this most unique experience." They both laughed. Taking her hand once again, he stated very sincerely, "Shaymaa, I wish I can provide many more unique experiences for you. Now let's get some protein in you."

Consuming no more rice with sauce, she finished off her lamb without any additional experiences of lightness. "You were quite correct Bart, that was extraordinary food. And, Yes!, I have never had lamb like that before." Still somewhat embarrassed at her reaction to the cilantro, she decided to be more aggressive than usual. "Brad, I know I would really love to visit your Estate with you. It sounds very exciting .. another most unique experience for me." she said tilting her head slightly with a slight smile. He took the lead. "Would you be available 2 weekends from now?" "YES!, absolutely.", she said without hesitation. "This weekend is tied up for my preparation for a very important meeting I have next Wednesday with a consulting firm regarding international marketing." "Of course." The way she said 'of course' sounded strange to him. She did not mean to give him any indication that she knew of the meeting with London Sage ... and in which she would be a passive participant. Brad gave a signal to the waiter to refill the Champagne flutes.

With the dishes removed, and the consumption of another flute of Veuve Clicquot consumed, Brad continued addressing his now obvious desire. "Shaymaa, It is clear that we need to have one more dinner before going to the Estate. We need to discuss our agenda while there to ensure that your FIRST visit won't be your last." "And where will that be, Brad?" "I don't know yet. I'm thinking classic French. We English are not known for our own cuisine. That is, not in a favorable way. Soooooo, given my meeting next Wednesday, let's make a date for Thursday. The Wednesday meeting will likely end with dinner that evening." "OK, Thursday evening it is. Please don't take the following the wrong way. It has been a very stressful first day. I would like to retire for the evening." "Yes, of course. I am now paying the tab, and we can leave. My car will be waiting outside. By the way, what company do you work for?" She took both of his hands in hers and said, "Let's make that a topic for next week. He swung her around with one hand, and they exited the restaurant.

Within minutes, they were back to her residence. He walked her to the entrance. He explained that he had to go pick up Jazz at a friend's house before he returned to the residence. They exchanged a kiss on each cheek. The first bridge had been crossed. She knew she needed to speak with Peter about what had taken place that evening.

13. Fast Track

It was not until the next morning after her shower that Shaymaa realized she had left her purse in the car. There were very few valuable possessions in it: her phone,E£150 and £83. However, she had the signed contract papers with London Sage tucked inside. Surely Brad would see the purse in the morning if not on his way back to the residence with Jazz. And, surely Brad would open the purse to identify its owner. Without her phone, she would need to use an office phone to call him - which alone would reveal her flirtatious game she was setting up for the meeting Wednesday next. She realized now how inappropriate she had been in setting up this situation. How would he handle her deception, as innocent as it was? She finished dressing more conservatively than the day before (e.g., no open blouse or tight slacks), and headed to the lobby for Peter to pick her up. At the desk to drop off her room key, Poppy said "Deary, Sir Williams came in 20 minutes after dropping you off. He gave me your purse for holding until this morning. He didn't want me to wake you up last night." Shaymaa nodded, drop her key and headed for the front door. She stepped outside to see Peter standing by a taxi. "Good morning Shaymaa. I trust you had a good evening and sleep. You have a full program today to bring you in line with our consulting practices. You have time with each of the 5 team leaders to be introduced to their major challenges and individual strategies." As she stepped into the taxi, she turned to face Peter, "Good morning Peter. I look forward to this learning today. But first, we need to talk about my dinner with Sir Williams last night." She purposely used Brad's formal name. Peter turned his head in bewilderment as he entered the taxi after her. On the way to the office, she briefly explained her conversation with Brad over dinner, including her not telling him of her being employed by London Sage. She then paused and subsequently explained that she was invited to join Brad at one of his family's estates the weekend following the meeting with London Sage. She did not explain how she had intentionally led the conversation to get the invitation. Peter's only comment was "Interesting."

When the taxi arrived at the office building, Peter paid the tab. He exited first to assist Shaymaa. Before entering the building, he turned to Shaymaa and said, "I wish to speak with you this afternoon about the our meeting with Sir William ... as well as my visit with him at his estate." His response was simply, "Interesting Shaymaa." She sensed some stiffness in his voice that reminded her of her father's comments as she prepared to go to London. He continued, "We have to discuss this with the team as to if, and how, to include you in the forthcoming meeting. His opportunity for us is very important to the firm." He paused, "However, your Arabic background can be very valuable for a major part of the market that he is considering." Peter then soften, "May I ask if your are interested in Sir Williams in a ... a romantic way? Please be honest here so as to determine how we have to proceed in this endeavor." He paused again, "My point here is both personal and professional. On a personal basis, I have a definite interest in you as to a possible relationship, to be completely honest here." He paused again. "And on a professional level, I maintain a strict rule as to no non-professional relations ship between our clients and my team. So Shaymaa, which is it ... that is if you know?" Shaymaa was stunned at this moment to face her own mind regarding Brad. "Peter, I am a bit confused now as to what my motivations are. I greatly cherish the professional position you have provided me. And, to be clear, I have found you and Brad, Sir Williams, to be amazing men with whom I can now imagine there to be romantic relations that I have NEVER felt before. Up until meeting you, and Brad, I had been not interested in romantic relationships. I focused on my business and being independent of other issues. But, if you are forcing me to a choice, then I ask for some time. If you didn't know this about me, I don't respond well to time pressures. Rather, I ask for space to think things through." "You have that, of course. This is the first time that I have made my thoughts known to you... and to myself to be candid here." As they stood outside of the office building, Shaymaa turned to face him. "Thank you for your openness. Here are my thoughts for now. First, I should end this foolishness of not telling him that I work for London Sage. I will call him later this morning to tell him. Second, let me proceed as a member of the team, at least as to sitting in the meeting on Wednesday." "You're in.", he said sharply. They both started towards the building's door. Suddenly, she grabbed his right hand and turned him to face her. "SO! When are you going to ask me out for dinner?" "Well!, That is an excellent and appropriate question. Given the work this week to prepare for the meeting, AND your forthcoming weekend with Sir Williams, I NOW ask if you would have like to have dinner with me a week Tuesday." "Yes.", she said with a slight grin. They then proceeded to enter the office building. Upon entering the office on the 14th floor, they were greeted by Barbara. "Good morning to the two of you. Peter you have a conference call in 10 minutes. It's the Italians." "Thank you. Barbara would you please coordinate for each of the team leaders to meet with Shaymaa today? Shaymaa, I will catch up with you in the late afternoon to discuss your activity here this week given your dinner with Sir Williams."

It was an intense day for Shaymaa as she was lectured by the leader of each of the 5 teams as to 'offerings' and the individual strategies in their respective markets. At first she asked very few questions. By noon, however, she was seeing a similar pattern in the marketing approach of the first several teams, which continued with the remaining teams. By the late afternoon, she understood the structured approach of the consultancy in dealing with their clients. When Peter met with her in his office at 4:30, she was primed to describe her exposure to the consultancy that day. Once asked by Peter as to what she had observed, without hesitation she stood and went to the large white board on the wall and laid out the structure of how the consultancy performed, noting some individual exceptions for each of the teams. As she was doing so, her back was to Peter most of the time as she presented her structure on the board. Finally, after 12 minutes, she turned to face Peter. At first he said nothing. Shaymaa stood still waiting for his reaction, for his thoughts ... for his approval. Peter scanned the board from left to right several times. Finally, "Shaymaa, permit me to use your own words for what I see here. WOW! With very few minor exceptions, you have captured the process of London Sage. I am very proud of you. What you would not been expected to understand at this point is the coordination between the

teams to ensure backup for each of the 5 markets. Specifically, we use a standard set of Operations Research, OR, mathematical tools in handling the assignments. You have yet to be exposed to those OR tools. I know that it will not take you long to understand such methods of Linear Programming, Monte Carlo, Simulations, Econometric Modeling, etc. With that thought in mind, I believe we can fast track your education in the London School of Business." Her response was a simple "WOW!" "Tomorrow I will have Barbara investigate what can be done as to your education. For now, let's get out of here.

Within 10 minutes the taxi arrived at her residence. Peter told the driver to wait while he walked Shaymaa to the front door. Once there, he took her right hand and gently swung her around to face him. "Shaymaa, you are performing better than I ever imagined. Have a good evening, and I will pick you up here at 8:30 in the morning." She said nothing and only smiled. With that he gave her a kiss on both cheeks as she returned the same. The next bridge had been crossed.

14. Ah Ha!

With this being their first la biss, as socially expected as it is, Shaymaa felt a shiver go through her body. She had a strong desire to embrace Peter tightly and fully. But, she didn't. The rush of the blood to her cheeks was sudden and unexpected. She turned her face away from his as she let go of Peter's hand to enter the residence. When she arrived at the front desk to get her room key, Jazz was at her side nudging her right hand with his nose. She bent down taking Jazz's head in both hands, "My dear Jazz, would you like some attention?" "Of course, he would" spoke Brad sitting in a stuffed leather chair next to the front window. "He likes you ... just as I do.", he said with a broad smile. "Oh! Good evening Brad. I am just getting home from work." She paused, "About that work, I need to explain something." He interrupted, "Yes, I know. You work at London Sage. I saw your contract in your purse last night when I returned it, and I did read some of it to know who the purse belong to. I must say that I am impressed with what Peter has offered you." Given her mahogany skin, her blushing was barely noticeable. He continued, "Have you had dinner?" "No, actually." "Well then, would you join me and Jazz around the corner at the Golden Lion Pub for some reasonable English fare and an acceptable Claret? It's not what I had thought of for our next dinner, but it will be enjoyable nonetheless." She was still a bit flush from her moment with Peter at the front door, and she paused in her response. "Ah, Yes ... Permit me to go up to my room to freshen up, and I will be down shortly." "Lovely! I will be in the chair over there with Jazz waiting for you."

Once in her room, she hastily changed into her comfort clothes of an open-collar satin blouse, loose linen slacks, and tan sandals. Unusual for her, she sprayed La Vie est Belle perfume into air and walked through it to capture the slightest essence of it. Her arousal of having kissed Peter on both cheeks, as innocent as it was, placed her in a flirtatious mode. As she prepared to exit her room, she looked at the mirror next to the door and gave herself a wink of confidence.

Once on the first floor, she left her room key with Poppy and sashayed in a charming way towards Brad. She held out both arms. "Sir, I am famished and looking forward to pub cuisine. Jazz sprang up and came to her before Brad could respond. Brad was indeed charmed by her movements. "I see you are in a festive mood, Shaymaa." as he stood to exchange kisses on each cheek. "Yes! I am." She stooped to give Jazz a huge hug. Jazz's tail was wagging vigorously as they all turned towards the door to leave.

It was a short walk to the pub with Jazz leading the way off leash. He anticipated where they were going given so many visits in the past. Upon entering the pub, Jazz went to a particular booth directly followed by Brad and Shaymaa. The server was soon there. "Good evening Sir Williams and good evening to you Jazz" as he petted the dog on the head. "Good evening to you Charles. This is Shaymaa, .... and this is her first visit to an English Pub. So, obviously, I brought her to experience the best." Charles smiled. "Welcome Lady Shaymaa." "Charles, please bring us two servings of the roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, potatoes, and the greens of the day. Also a 1/2 pichet of the house Claret and some water for our furry warrior here." "Yes Sir Williams, my pleasure." "Also, some extra au jus on the side." " Yes, of course, Sir Williams." With the order placed, Brad sat back in the soft leather padding of the booth. He looked at Shaymaa in a way as never before. "Shaymaa, I did not expect to have the pleasure of your company tonight. But, nonetheless, I have been thinking about our possible relationship, especially in consideration of your visit to my estate next weekend. I wish to be totally honest with you." Shaymaa, somewhat startled by his statement, sat up straight in the booth looking directly at him. "Yes! Brad, what do you need to tell me?" Brad coughed slightly, "The point is that I am confronted with an issue that is not within my control." Instinctively, Shaymaa expected what the issue may be. "Is the issue the color of my skin ... or perhaps my being foreign?" Brad could not look up in his response, "Sadly, it is both." He paused, and Shaymaa waited for him to continue. Now looking at her, he started, "I have briefly told you of my family's presence in the our social circles. However, I have not told you of the expectations, of the responsibilities, that exist with my family's social and political positions. The roots of those positions go back centuries." He paused again. Shaymaa remained silent and started to move towards the edge of the booth. He reached and took her nearest hand in his. "Please don't leave Shaymaa, although you have a every right to do so." She paused just as the food was being served along with the Claret. She waited until the server was gone. "REALLY! Brad. Why am I here with you now? You have made yourself perfectly clear without directly saying that I do not fit in, that is, not in your world. Perhaps I don't even fit in this country given my heritage that is so different in our mores." "Please don't say that. Please don't judge this country by what I have said about my family. We are of the minority and don't represent the majority of British citizens as to dealing with others, as to dealing with other classes. I apologize to you for not introducing my family's practices to you earlier. You have overwhelmed me with your stature and nature, and I was selfishly not upfront with you regarding family situation and my inherited responsibilities." With a slightly sarcastic tone she said, "So, what are you now suggesting as to us, Sir Williams." He held onto her hand, "I wish that for now that we have dinner, and permit me to regain some respectability in your mind in some fashion." Shaymaa gently pulled her hand away and relaxed into the booth. With a lighter tone and a slight smile she said. "Well, I am quite famished and this food looks luscious." Brad, thankful for her change in attitude, "Well we must first toast our relationship at this beginning, .... whatever it may turn out to be. Cheers Shaymaa." "Cheers Brad" and they clicked their glasses. Shaymaa patted Jazz on his head that was resting on the cushion next to her lap with his dark brown eyes looking up at her.

During the meal Brad was careful not to discuss what was really on his mind. That is, he knew he should not discuss anything that would suggest any romantic involvement at this point, if at all, especially with the possible forthcoming trip to his estate. Rather, he asked about her expectations as to her professional pursuits, and her experiences to date, especially the felucca rental in Aswan. The more she talked, the more he was fascinated by this woman with an increasing desire to have her be a certain part of his life. Would she be willing to be physically involved with him, given that there was nothing possible as to a legitimate relationship? He instinctively knew that with this amazing woman, that such a possibility would take time, if at all possible. He was determined to make the effort.

During the rest of the meal, Brad continued questioning about her life. From his questions and comments, Shaymaa was clarifying her understanding that Brad was not for her. She perceived what he wanted of her, although he had not been specific as of yet. Finally, it became clear to her, and it was not acceptable ... absolutely not acceptable. Having consumed the beef and still fingering the Yorkshire pudding, she suddenly moved towards the edge of the booth. She stood up, faced Brad while stroking Jazz, "Brad, Sir Williams, I can go NO further with you as to a personal relationship. I can't speak for the women in this country, but my background, my culture, does not permit me to accept an inferior position with the man with which I become involved romantically. " With that she turned away from the booth, and headed for the exit. The tears were streaming from both of her eyes, but she maintained her stature as she exited the pub. Brad made no attempt to stop her. He knew he had gone too far with this independent woman.

Once she obtained her key from Poppy at the front desk, she took the lift to her floor and entered her room. She went first to the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror. 'What are you thinking woman.' she said out loud. 'You have no future with Sir Williams. And Peter is also of a different class.' She was depressed at first ... and scared. She reflected on Jamila, Ahmed, her parents, and then her rental business that she had developed from nothing. She decided that she needed to make a radical change. She knew that she did not want to return to Aswan, but rather to strike out elsewhere in the world ... but where? It was still early enough in the evening to call her older brother whose advice and maturity she greatly respected. Ahmed had started a company in Liberia several months earlier with several friends to produce silk cloth. She had not spoken with him since his departure from Aswan, and she needed to catch up with him nonetheless.

It took her several attempts to call him given the country codes and the particulars in making such calls. Finally, he answered. "Ahmed, this is Shaymaa." "Shaymaa is so good to hear your voice. I understand that you are in London." "Yes my brother, but not for long." He listen intensely to her explanation as to what had taken place, and her discomfort with the entire situation. She explained that she wanted to go elsewhere and start anew. "Shaymaa, I am so sorry for what you are experiencing. BUT, I do have an idea that can benefit you and my company." Shaymaa was all ears as Ahmed briefly described his company's business plan to enter the European market, beginning with Paris. He paused for a minute. "Here is what I have to offer you. I will set you up in Paris for you to open that market through whatever means you can develop. You will be on your own initially. The silk cloth we are providing will be superior to most out there as to both quality and patterns. Keeping in mind that Lyon is major producer of silk cloth, there will be some major competitive issues for you to take on." Shaymaa was already fantasizing in her mind about Paris. "Thank you my brother, I will give this serious thought and will be back to you shortly. I have to find the proper way to get out my contract with London Sage." "I understand Sister, I am here for you. You are not alone." With that the call was ended in the traditional Nubian way with blessings for other.

She started thinking about what she needed to discuss with Peter the next day given what had occurred with Brad, and now given Ahmed's offer. Sitting up on the bed with pillow support, she listed points to be discussed with Peter.

Was her offer for employment based on her working on Brad's account?
Was the PRIME reason she was offered the position was for that account ... or were there other assignments to which she could be assigned.
With or without any other assignments, she wanted to discuss her options in her contract to be released.

In her mind she started to tie things together. She was in the same residence as Brad. Clearly they would meet. She would most likely be charmed by Brad, and he by her. Her ability to speak Arabic would make her an important team member for Brad's interest in Arabic speaking countries. In short, she would be the 'icing on the cake' for Brad to engage London Sage. It was now all clear that she had been played by Peter. She was now determined to leave London Sage regardless of the 3 points she had written down. Having gone through that reasoning, she was now pissed. She placed her tablet aside and cuddled with her pillows into a deep sleep.

She woke at 7:15 and took a long shower with the concentrated pulsing mode on her shoulders as she reflected on the previous evening with Brad. 'Yes!' she made the right decision regarding Brad. Now, what about Peter? Specifically, could she be on the team to deal with the Arab countries of which Brad's business was apparently quite important? But, how important? Was that business the reason that Peter hired her and then so quickly to London? She needed to be clear on that point. She rung the front desk and asked Poppy to have a café creme and croissant with orange marmalade delivered to her room. Peter would not be there until 9 to take her to the office, and she wanted time to solidify what she would be saying to Peter.

Within 20 minutes, her order was delivered to her room. She purposely dressed in a most casual fashion. She had decided what she had to say to Peter, and she felt most comfortable in her traditional clothes as if she was in Aswan.

15. A Way Out ... or Not

At 9 AM Shaymaa gave her room key to Poppy and exited the lobby going down the steps to the street where Peter was standing next to the taxi. It was the same driver as several times before. She thought to herself, "Of course he would have personal control of even his taxi service, just as he wants total control of me." She shook her head quickly to rid herself of such negative thoughts with a "Good morning Peter." "Good morning Shaymaa. My! You are dressed comfortably. The clothes remind me of when I first saw you in Aswan on the dock." She smiled tilting her head slightly, "Very observant Peter, In fact, these are the same clothes." Having exchanged kisses on each cheek, she entered the taxi and then said, "Actually, I have been considering the circumstances of my situation here in London." Puzzled, Peter said slowly "To what are you referring?" On their way to the office, Shaymaa gently placed her right hand on his left knee. "We need to talk Peter, and I prefer to do so in private" tilting her head towards the driver. "Very well, Shaymaa. Give me until 10:30 to clear some business calls, and then I will come to your office." Peter then answered his cell phone and continued talking until they reached the office. Exiting the taxi. Shaymaa continued to the office leaving Peter as he answered yet another call.

Once in her office, she wrote down the key phrases that she wanted to use during the meeting with Peter.

Why me?
Why bring me so quickly in London?
Why that particular hotel?

And, if the answers were what she expected, then

Why the subterfuge in dealing with me

Waiting for the 10:30 meeting, she focused on the expectations, the excitement, of moving to Paris. She was closing in on her decision to leave London. Her tactical position was to maximize whatever benefits she could get by canceling her contract with Peter, with London Sage. Having no previous experience with contracts, she was now unsure of what her commitments were. She rationalized that this departure was part of the learning curve in her developing career.

Peter was 15 minutes late for their 10:30 meeting. When he entered her office she was circling her desk anxious to get past this situation. Peter instantly realized her state of agitation, and he was confused as to what was going on with her so suddenly since yesterday. Peter's management style was too be totally upfront with his employees expecting the same from them. "Shaymaa, What's going on with you?" In a very nervous tone she passed over the first 3 questions she had planned to ask and stated sharply "Why the subterfuge in hiring me?" "Whoa! Lady. What are you talking about? What subterfuge?" With the maturity of a 13 y/o, she blurted out "Do you not admit that you brought me into London and set me up in that specific hotel so that I could get involved with Brad, Sir Williams, to assist you in closing the deal with him?" Peter stepped back from her and paused in his response, "Shaymaa to be honest with you, that strategy did come to my mind within several days of meeting you in Aswan. And yes!, I did bring you to London sooner than I expected. And yes!, I did set you up in the same hotel as Sir Williams." Before he could continue, she slapped his right cheek and then recoiled covering her face with both hands. He paused and then said "I deserve that Shaymaa. But please hear me out." Shaymaa took her hands away from her face and cleared a tear from her cheek. "First of all, I knew early on that you would integrate quickly within London Sage given your proven skills and experiences. Second, initially I thought business school in London could best address your lack of formal business processes and analysis. However, having talked with Sarah and several others, I am now convinced, that given the experiences you will receive with firm's wide range of consulting services that we provide, that business school would actually constrain your professional development." He paused, "And third, of course I knew that Sir Williams would be attracted to you. So why not take advantage of that with you on the team?" Shaymaa straightened up and stated firmly, "Peter, you played me." "Yes, from your standpoint that seems correct. But, from my standpoint I was best using the resources that I had available to me to close a very major business opportunity. Your intelligence, stature, and Arabic are perfect for this opportunity ... to start with. Surely you agree Shaymaa that this position is an excellent start for you in international business." "Yes Peter, it is an amazing opportunity for me, but I need to tell you about last night after you dropped me off.

She provided Peter with a short version of her dinner conversation with Brad. it became clear to her that Brad was looking for a mistress given her family not accepting her foreign heritage and her color. She had walked out of dinner in discuss ... and in tears. She further explained that she felt she would not be fully welcomed in this British society. Lastly, she described what her brother had offered as to setting up shop in Paris for his business. At that point, she stopped talking and sat back in her chair. Peter hesitated and started with "Wow, Wow, and WOW!. First Shaymaa, I am sorry that I didn't see that aggressive and inappropriate tack by Sir Williams. I guess I should have given this family's position in the aristocracy. Second, Shaymaa you should not judge us Brits by Sir Williams' arrogance. Trust me, you will be welcome in this society at every level except that of which Sir Williams and his family represent. Lastly, and the most importance WOW! I greatly cheer you on to accept your brother's proposal for all the right reasons. I am being totally unselfish here because I have so much respect for you and enjoyment of having you here." Shaymaa's face brightened as he spoke. He paused again and walked to the door of her office. "Shaymaa, I think a have great idea how both of us can get the best of this situation. Let me spend some time this afternoon to put my thoughts together, and then you and I will leave at 5 to go to an early dinner at one of my favorite restaurants to discuss my plan for your consideration. OK?" She responded slowly, "Ahhhh surely Peter." "I'll be here at 5." " Just don't do anything radical until you hear my idea." and he walked out of the office not waiting for a reply, The rest of the day went very slowly for Shaymaa as she tried to imagine what Peter was up to. She was totally surprised, and somewhat disappointed, that Peter was encouraging her to leave.

Just after 5, Peter appeared at her office door. In a very joyful tone, he said, "Shaymaa, we have much to talk about tonight. But, I think it would be best to do it over an excellent meal and a fine wine to discuss my proposal for moving forward. Are you ready to go?" "Yes! Proposal you say?" With that she slipped on her sandals, grabbed her leather sling bag, and exited the office. Again, the same taxi and driver were outside waiting for them. Without any destination mentioned by Peter, the driver proceeded to Soho. "So Peter, what is this Proposal you have?" "Not yet. First Champagne.... And here we are." The taxi had stopped in front of Fogo de Chão. "This should be a most interesting experience for you. It is a Brazilian steakhouse, a rodizios." The driver opened her door, and Peter told him he should come back in 2 hours.

As they entered the steakhouse, Shaymaa was amazed at the unique atmosphere. The room was expansive, yet warm, in its lighting, wooden tables and decorations. As being led to their table, they passed 2 very long tables that provided the smorgasbord of seemingly everything save the meats. The normal service process was that once they were seated, they would go to the smorgasbord to make a selection of food items. Upon returning to their table, gauchos-dressed servers would begin arriving with vertically held skewers on which are speared various kinds of meats that would be carved as requested. The all-one-can-eat offerings of the meats would end with such a titled card placed on the table. However, Peter added one more step. That is, when seated, Peter instructed the waiter that they would like a split of Veuve Clicquot Champagne first and would then begin with the food service.

"So Peter, what about this proposal? You clearly have my attention." "First, the Champagne to set a buoyant tone, if you will." "Really! Peter, what could you possibly have in mind to have this spirit?" He said nothing and just stared at her with a wide smile. The Champagne arrived, and the waiter twisted the retaining wire on the cork the standard 5 times to pop it. He then filled the two flutes with nothing remaining in the split. "Sir, I will come back when you give me the signal to do so." With the server gone, Peter handed a flute to Shaymaa saying, "Here is to a possible, most interesting engagement between you and London Sage." They clicked flutes and Shaymaa sat forward in her chair looking straight into Peter's eyes. "OK Peter, what's up? as the Americans always say." "Permit me to first set the stage, as us Brits say. You have clearly gained Sir Williams' interest, albeit with an unfortunate class bump last night that most likely can be addressed. You feel you have been mistreated by him, or at least insulted. As to me, I firmly believe that you are a very important member of out team to at least gain a major contract with him. But, you have an amazing opportunity to start a business in Paris and then onward that is so in line with your proven individualism. With that offer from your brother, you would certainly be dissatisfied with London Sage .... and me at some point. So, I see two goals for you to achieve what works well for both of us. That is, by helping us in closing the deal with Sir Williams ... and make a clean AND profitable break with London Sage to start your career in Paris." "Ok, I like your thoughts so far." With a broad smile he started with "Habibi, I have a two-prong financial package for you to consider. First, you stay with the team until we have secured the contract. This will require some travel to several Arab-speaking countries and cities to introduce Sir Williams to our resources there. At least one of the team members will be with you also. This will only require 3 months of your time, at most. If successful, you will be paid a closing bonus of 5% of the contract amount in addition to your current salary for the time you are employed. Assuming we close the deal, you will then be out of your current contract and free to go to Paris subject to the following. You will be retained as a Management Consultant for 2 years on an as-needed basis not to exceed more than 2 days per month, unless more is requested and you are agreeable. In this fashion, you will be listed as a team member associated with the contract with Sir Williams. You will receive a minimum of £60K each year plus expenses, of course. That amount should be sufficient to support your start up in Paris, along with what your brother will naturally provide."

Shaymaa said nothing and was nearly motionless only moving to finish the Champagne. Peter knew better than to continue talking at that point. He had been well trained by Mckinsey, a major management-consulting firm, not to say any thing once a proposal is presented. The 'client' has to come to his/her decision without any additional superfluous information. At that point, Peter motioned to the waiter that they wanted to proceed with the food service. The waiter's sudden presence broke the silence. He explained the process and that they were free to start with the smorgasbord. When they wish to have the meats to begin to arrive, they need to place the appropriate card in the

middle of the table. Peter ordered a bottle of Louis Lateour Chassagne Montrachet, and the waiter left. Shaymaa remained silent for several more minutes. The waiter returned with the wine and Peter sampled and approve of it. With 2 glasses filled, Shaymaa broke her silence. "Oh Peter, you are such an extraordinary individual that I recognized early in our time together. You have given me an amazing opportunity. And, you have done so without taking away another amazing opportunity with my brother. At the same time, to be honest, I feel that by accepting your offer, I will be leaving behind an extraordinary opportunity to be with you in some fashion in the long term." She smiled, "In addition to being your date at functions here;" He reached out and took both of her hands in his. "Shaymaa, Habibi, as I said earlier, I am being very unselfish with this offer to support your future. My instinct is that you need to keep forward with increasing challenges. London Sage can offer many, but only for a limited time." He paused squeezing her hands. " I can also provide you with personal challenges should you be so inclined." She squeezed his hands as well, "Thank you for that Habibi." She paused letting go of his hands. "I'm hungry, and I keep seeing those swords with yummy offerings going by." "Yes!, let's eat." Peter stood first taking Shaymaa's hand and led her to the smorgasbord. The selection of fruits, breads, vegetables, and desserts was unending, it seemed. "Shaymaa, remember the meats are amazing. So I recommend limiting yourself to the servings here at first. You can always come back."

While they ate, neither of them wished to not speak any further about the offer. In his mind, Peter wanted Shaymaa to arrive at her own decision without further input from him that might be perceived as pressure. In her mind, she was not quite willing to commit to his offer that would likely be the end of their relationship once she was totally ensconced in her new career. They each had several servings of various beef slices to the point that neither desired dessert. The conversation they had was regarding the food and the excellent Montrachet. Peter specifically noted that usually red wines are consumed with red meats. "But, this Montrachet is so complex that it can hold up to all red and white meats, even wild game." "Yes indeed Peter it is perhaps the best wine I have ever had." Suddenly she sat up straight in her chair, leaned slightly over the table, and reached across the table to take Peter's hands in hers. "Peter, one more bottle of the Montrachet, and I will tell you my decision." "Really Shaymaa?" "Really! Peter."

16. ONWARD

The second bottle of Montrachet was ordered by Peter and delivered. Once the bottle was opened, tasted, and poured into new glasses, Peter started, "Here's to your decision, whichever the choice." With glasses clicked. "So Shaymaa, what is your decision?" Feeling the effects of the half-half bottle of Champagne, and now onto the second bottle Montrachet, she was quite relaxed and decided to take on Peter. "What would you do Peter if you were me?" She held up her glass and sat back in the chair. Peter relaxed into his chair and held up his glass as well. "I hope you understand that what I have offered you is what i truly believe is best for you in the long run, that is, knowing you the way that I do. BUT, if you stay I would make every effort to satisfy you both professionally and personally ...if that is of interest to you." She responded quickly, "Yes!, that has been in my mind since shortly after I first met you in Aswan." At that point, they both sat up in their chairs with Peter reaching across the table to take her hands in his. They continued staring into each other's eyes. In several moments Shaymaa began to smile squeezing his hands and not letting go. Peter sensed that she was making her decision at that point. Again he knew better than to interrupt her. He noticed several tears on her face as they sat there silently. She squeezed his hands even harder, and then suddenly let go sitting back in her chair. At that point, he knew her decision instinctively. He refilled each of the glasses with the Montrachet. He raised his glass, "Shaymaa, here is to the time we have had together ... and then to meeting you in Paris at some point. I promise." Shaymaa raised her glass to click his as several more tears rolled down her cheek. "Yes Peter, to our time together whenever and wherever it may be." They finished their wine in silence. Peter indicated to the server to bring the tab by crossing his hands to perform a "T". That was something he had learned in Aswan. Shaymaa laughed slightly. All was good now. Both were relaxed and began to speak briefly regarding the forthcoming meeting with Sir Williams.

With the tab paid, they exited the restaurant and the taxi was waiting. Within 10 minutes they were back to her hotel. Shaymaa begin to exit, but Peter grabbed her gently by her shoulders pulling her into him. He kissed the few tears still remaining. "Goodnight, I will be here at 9 tomorrow morning to take you to the office to formalize everything." She paused, Thank you Peter." We will be together in some fashion as time moves on. I have things I need to accomplish." He responded, "Yes Shaymaa, I know you."

TIMELINE 3

The story now continues in the present with Shaymaa's arrival in Paris.

1. Avec Shaymaa

Ahmed’s younger stepsister, Shaymaa, had joined his family in Paris from England. This sparkling young lady with the broadest of smiles had the marketing experience to properly assist him in setting up a website, as well as reaching out to retailers in Paris. She was educated in London and spoke fluent English and comfortable French as well as her native Arabic. In addition to her education and marketing experience, Shaymaa had several particular characteristics for her marketing challenges that Ahmed didn’t have. As a Coptic Christian, unlike her Muslim stepbrother, she drank wine, dressed sharply as do the young women in Egypt, did not wear a Habib, and fancied herself on her ability to enjoy and discuss many cuisines, including French.

Shaymaa had left her international marketing position with a consultancy in England to help her brother. Her marketing strategy was straightforward. She would start with the local shops in the Marais and then on to the Left Bank along Boulevard Saint-Germain. Her approach was to get a feeling as to the mores of French commerce by starting small and then approaching the boutique shops along Rue Saint-Honoré, and then onto the major department stores of Galeries Lafayette and Le Bon Marché,

Sarah took an immediate liking to Shaymaa as she had with Ahmed. The two discussed how the simple kiosk in the brocant would be the marketing center for Anna’s Parasol merchandise, but in a respectful fashion so as to not overshadow the atmosphere of the other shops. That meant that the displaying of their wares would be modest with catalogs and business cards subtlety presented on one of the tables. So far there had been no criticisms by the other vendors as to the presence of the Muslims. This was significantly due to the charm of Ahmed who would purposely stroll the market, with Anna in hand, with a true interest in the other merchandisers there. Both he and Anna would be dressed in his wares, and thereby drawing a great deal of attention. Occasionally, Ahmed’s wife, Norhan, would also stroll the market, also with Anna in hand with both in their wares. On sunny days, Anna would have her parasol spinning slowly on her shoulder

As spring progressed, the visitors to the market increased significantly every day. Usually, only Sarah was there to deal the possible clients. Unexpectedly, one day Shaymaa arrived right before lunch practically skipping her way down the aisle. She held Sarah’s face with both hands, gave a kiss to each cheek, and proclaimed “Sarah, we have a very real possibility with Galeries Lafayette”. Shaymaa continued: “I have met with them yesterday and the gentleman, Monsieur Bodin, was greatly interested in our wares that I showed them. He immediately saw the market for our clothes along the Rivera, especially Nice. He has invited me, along with his wife, to join him in a marketing strategy meeting in Champagne with their major suppliers to address next year’s markets. With your permission, I will do so. I did tell Ahmed and he wanted to make sure you were ok with this. We know that we are here because of your belief in Ahmed, and we honor that.” Sarah was overwhelmed with such a possibility. She had no vision of such an expansion as Galeries Lafayette presented. After all, her kiosk at the brocant brought nothing to this marketing effort. In Sarah’s opinion, no French person would have been so appreciative. She had not taken any financial risk but only demonstrated her belief in her perception of Ahmed without bias. Sarah threw up her arms and then embraced Shaymaa tightly. “As the Americans say, ‘you go girl!’” Shaymaa didn’t know that phrase. But understood. Then Shaymaa added: “I want to take the parasol with me in that it is our brand, and Anna has agreed.” When Sarah discussed this at night with her husband, he was totally surprised but still skeptical as to what could go wrong.

The next Monday, Shaymaa was on the SNCF train to Reims, one of two prominent cities in the Champagne district. Reims is well known for the Notre-Dame de Reims with the infamous Chagall stain glass windows. The meeting held at the Mercure Reims Centre Cathedrale was actually procedural and quite short with the crowd released to the banquet room were Roderer’s Chrystal flowed with a pyramid of champagne gasses bordered by luscious strawberries with a Belgium chocolate fondue. Surrounding this champagne temple was a wide assortment of classic French cheeses with some sprinkled with fine herbs bordered again by a galactic perimeter of chocolate truffles.

At the meeting, the brilliancy and length of Shaymaa’s dark hair layered over her statuesque back was extraordinary compared to the other women, younger and older, attending. She stood out as if there was a spotlight on her movements. She was dressed in a brilliant silver version of their wares that seemed to swirl endlessly as she flowed through the crowd. She was well up to this display of her femininity given her international travel to the plushest international capitals in her previous marketing positions. There was no denying her classic facial and mahogany skin given her Nubian descent, especially given her bright eyelid highlights that could not be ignored. (Check out the posting The Less Known Egypt on this blog regarding Nubians).As such, she was approached by both women and men as to her presence there to know more about this extraordinary beauty. ) Being unescorted, she was viewed as fair game by the single men at the event, but to no avail. She had a mission to sell the Anna’s Parasol brand. As such, the parasol was always at her side, and occasionally opened and spinning on her shoulder during the event in the evening on the outside deck. The contrast of the multi-color parasol against her glistering silver dress and dark skin could not be ignored. Nearing midnight, she was approached by Monsieur Bodin’s wife. Madame started; “Shaymaa, my name is Antoinette and Monsieur Bodin is my husband. He has told me about your wares and is quite excited to discuss business with you. Does your dress and …. your parasol at your side represent your wares?” Shaymaa smile and responded “Enchanté Madam, and oui!, they do.” as she swirled for a full view. It needs to be understood that at this point of the evening Shaymaa had a more than generous portion of Chrystal and relatively little to eat given how engaged she had been with the men and women in the crowd. Her natural professional stature was definitely softening. During the evening she had been able to gracefully reject the advances of a number of men … and several women as well. Madame continued, “Shaymaa can you join my husband and me for petite déjeuner in the morning at 9?” Shaymaa slurred somewhat “Wee! merci bo coo, I will be there. Bon Swire” and turned to walk towards the terrace overlooking the city. The champagne had gotten the better of her. She stood directly at the terrace border, took a deep breath, and headed back in to go to her room, but unknowingly leaving the parasol behind. In her room she collapsed face down onto the goose-down comforter and fell fast to sleep. She woke at 7 with a bit of a hangover and called immediately to room service for a double espresso to be delivered.

At breakfast, she again wore some of her casual wares. Monsieur Bodin stood to welcome her to the table. Madame was most gracious starting with “Shaymaa, you were the hit of the party last night with your presence and your sparkling gown. Indeed, you are a great example for what your enterprise has to offer to the clothing market.” She continued, “The addition of displaying your parasol was very clever and handsomely complimented your presence.” Immediately, Shaymaa stood and looked to each side realizing that indeed she did not have the parasol with her and no remembrance of the evening before as to what she had done with it. She apologized to explain that she had to check with the front desk, and she would be right back.

The hotel knew nothing of the parasol that had been left the evening before, but promised that they would do an immediate search and inform her of their search. She returned to the breakfast table very distraught as she explained her concern to the Bodins. To their credit, Madam attempted to sooth the circumstances with Shaymaa. But then, Mr. Bodin reached across the table to take Shaymaa’s hands in both of his and said; “Madame, I want you and your enterprise to be part of our offerings … and I will have such a parasol to be duplicated, not just for you, but as part of our marketing campaign to handle your wares. I like you .... and your obvious appreciation of the finer champagnes”, said with a slight smile. “We will talk next week.“

The plight of the original parasol proceeds next.

2. Pursuit

After breakfast with the Bodins, Shaymaa again checked with the front desk as to her parasol that she had left on the patio the night before. It had not been turned in, and she was faced with explaining the loss to her niece. The only relief from this loss to her niece was the offer by Monsieur Bodin to produce a number of similar parasols, both for her and for marketing her wares at Galeries Lafayette. She checked out and headed for SNCF station. It was a beautiful morning with a slight mist along the Vesle river with the crispness in the air that lightened her dismay. Within an hour she was on her way back to Paris.

Shaymaa had clearly left her mark at the event the night before, including the presence of the parasol. Just past midnight when she had returned to her room, one particular French gentleman, Louis, attending the event found the parasol on the deck. It was clear to him who the owner was. As fascinated as he had been with her physical presentation and manner, he had been one of the few men and women at the event to not approach Shaymaa with at least an introduction. Unlike most attendees to the event, his reason for being there was to promote the wines of his vineyard in Alsace along the French side of the Rhine.

AS A SIDE NOTE: Alsace had gone back and forth over the centuries between German and French occupation. As such, Alsace had a number of the same grapes, but produced wines in a very dry fashion compared to that produced in Germany, including Pinot Gris. Pinot Blanc, and Gewurztraminer. Alsace is also known for Eau de Vies which are colorless (‘water of life’) brandies made from fruits other than grapes.

Upon finding the parasol the evening before, Louis held onto it until the next day as a means to introduce himself to the lady, not expecting that she would be checking out that morning. After waking in the morning with 2 croissants avec beurre, and a café creme delivered to his room, he dressed and went to the front desk so as to inquire as how to catch up with this extraordinary beauty. Unfortunately, he had arrived there shortly after Shaymaa had checked out. As to the clerk at the front desk, there was no doubt as to whom Louis was inquiring about. And, as to be expected between French men, the clerk provided Louis with Shaymaa’s name and email address as listed on her reservation. This is the only information he needed to pursue this woman.

The next day back in his home village of Ribeauvillé in Alsace, Louis took a picture of the parasol sitting precariously on an edge of a patio several stories above a street in the city. He emailed it to Shaymaa’s email address with a message that was meant to be comical without not knowing the importance of its loss to her: “Madam, if you wish to have your parasol returned to you safely, then you must agree to have dinner with me.” signed ‘Louis’. From the picture, Shaymaa was sure it was from Alsace given the prolific presence of flower boxes in the background of the picture, a well-known characteristic of that area. However, his email address was meaningless to her ltramback@gmail.fr. Reading the email, Shaymaa was quite taken back at first. This was just too strange. She mentioned it to Sarah who burst out in laughter. “Dear Shaymaa, only a most interesting man would approach you in such a way. I only hope he is French because that is just too enchanting.” Shaymaa lightened up and started to picture such an individual. No Egyptian Muslim male would take such a tact. But being a Coptic Christian, she was not constrained as to the men she could seriously get involved with as in Islam. With her international travels in her previous position, she had heard it all, but actually not it seems. She decided to engage this individual both because of her curiosity as to this individual and, of course, to retrieve the parasol. Shaymaa responded: “Monsieur, I reside in Paris. I will be at Willi’s Wine Bar in the Opera Qtr. on Wednesday next at 8 with a reservation for 2.” She continued, “Have the parasol in your possession to identify yourself or I will seek you out in Alsace!” This was her bluff to play along. Louis, laughed upon reading her response wondering how she knew where he was.

That Wednesday Louis booked a trip on SNCF to Paris as well as a room in a boutique hotel in the Marais. Reflecting on the manner of dress of Shaymaa, he purposely chose loose fitting clothes in lieu of his tight-fitting jeans and embracing open-collar shirt with a pastel sweater wrapped around his shoulders. He arrived at the restaurant on time and saw no presence of Shaymaa. He went directly to the bar mentioning the reservation that was confirmed by the host. The parasol was at this side on the floor at the bar, but in an obvious position. Upon arriving at the outside of the restaurant, Shaymaa stood on the street looking through the restaurant’s window. Not knowing who the individual would be, her apprehension immediately dissipated as she walked into Willis and saw Louis sitting at the bar with the parasol next to him. He was quite tall, and handsomely dressed as to her ‘freedom’ style. Before approaching him from behind, she checked out his shoes that were weaved, tan leather, sandals that highlighted his tan ankles given the Capri pants he had on. “Oui!” she thought.

Louis was on his second kir royale when he felt a hand on his left shoulder. He turned that direction and then to his right to see Shaymaa in her loose garment over one shoulder but clinging to her svelt body. He started with “Madame, I am your secret admirer and shamelessly proud to be the savior of your parasol.” She responded, “Merci beaucoup Monsieur. You don’t know the importance of that parasol to me”. He nodded with a slightly whimsical smile. She continued: “We already know each other’s name, it seems. What else do you know about me? He responded: “To be honest, not much. I clearly noticed you from afar during the event in Reims.” He paused and then stated: “I did wish to introduce myself that night, but you were being swarmed by so many that I chose not to approach you. Therefore, finding your parasol, I thought of an individual path to meet you. And, here we are. I do apologize for any discomfort that I may have caused you.”

Shaymaa immediately went into ‘flirting’ mode. “So! Louis, while I am thankful that you have returned my parasol, I should scorn you for placing it in a perilous situation on the edge above the street.” as she glanced over her shoulder while taking a seat at the bar. OK! the game was on. Louis responded quickly. “Madame, I have never really threatened a parasol in my life, but I wanted to get your attention. I do have one question first. How did you know I was in Alsace.?” She responded” Well Louis, perhaps unknown to you, I had checked you out that evening with one of the hosts.” “I’m flattered”, he responded. She paused, “Well, don’t be actually.” as she lightly kicked his shin. “The flower boxes in the picture were a giveaway.” “Sooooo! You are as clever as you were striking that evening … and tonight.” he said looking directly into her eyes. “Now, I am flattered” she responded blinking several times to make light of the point.

The bartender interrupted them to ‘remind’ them that their table was ready. “Madame, would you like to go for dinner now?” She quickly quipped: “What’s with all of the ‘Madame’s’ Louis? Actually, I would prefer to have a drink or two at the bar where I can easily kick you in the shin when you upset me for some reason, as with all of the ‘Madame’s’.” Louis responded: “Vous êtes une dame impertinente, Shaymaa.“ She kicked him again, but in a lighter fashion “Yes! Louis, I do speak French, merci beaucoup!, and indeed I can be impertinent occasionally. Sorry! I am so delighted to have the parasol back for my niece that I guess I am just in a silly mood. I now apologize to you. Kindly order me a pastis, and let’s go to the table.” This time she gently squeezed his thigh as she stood up.

At the table, Louis pulled her chair out and waited for her to sit before taking his chair against the wall. Willi's is known not only for its food and wine menu, but for the lineage of posters with a unique one that is produced each year to represent the spirit of the restaurant. (https://shop.williswinebar.com/the-bottle-art-collection/). These posters are presented on the walls with the one behind Louis, which was most charming of two wine bottles, a male and female, dancing angelically. Louis hadn’t noticed it, but Shaymaa was really charmed by it, and commented as such. Louis so noted. The menus were presented by the waiter, Madame first of course. Louis asked for the wine menu as well. Louis started: “I don’t recognize your accent. From where do you arrive in France … and why?
The beauty leaned forward in her chair, looked directly at him and stated proudly. “I am Nubian raised in Upper Egypt (Southern Egypt given the Northern flow of the Nile). We are the most ancient people in that part of Africa often referred to as the “Black Pharaohs” preceding the Pharaoh dynasties that are best known across the globe. As such, I am not a Muslim, but a Coptic Christian. We are rightfully a very proud people partially known for our substantially different physical characteristics versus the Egyptians that are classified as North Africans.” Louis cut in, “Yes! I am familiar with your people’s heritage, and I must say that you are a fantastic example of the beauty of your people” he said with a wink. He continued: “I have to be honest that I was so immediately attracted to your presence primarily for that reason not to appear too shallow here. I was also greatly impressed how you handle those men and woman that were gathering around you at the event.” She interrupted: “Louis, I appreciate your compliments, but I must confess that I was in ‘presentation’ mode” for my business and hence much more formal than normal …. the latter of which I have already demonstrated this evening…. pause …. Please set aside that perception of me that night in your mind and let me just flirt with you. There is so little opportunity to do that in Egypt given Islam’s mores. You have already gotten my attention to be loose in conversation by your way of dress, including those fantastic sandals, to be honest here. I request that we just play in our conversation tonight” she said with a most engaging smile. He nodded and said “I love that idea Mad…er.. Shaymaa. I also am usually in my stereotyped French male mode when engaging with French women. They seem to expect a certain level of false charm, if not arrogance, from me. That is not my natural style having been raised in the most charming part of France where Nature’s beauty intermixes with our particular wines and cuisine. We are so much more casual and authentically romantic there compared to Paris.”

The waiter appeared and asked if they were willing to order. Louis looked at Shaymaa for acceptance, and requested the waiter to bring another pastis for each of them and ‘la additional’. It was clear to each of them now that their nourishment that evening would be conversation infused with alcohol. The pastis’s were delivered shortly with a glass filled with glacons to chill their drinks as desired. Louis continued the conversation. “Shaymaa why are you in France, and what were you marketing at the meeting?” Shaymaa briefly explained her brother’s enterprise to introduce his West African’s apparel to France in the name of Anna’s Parasol given his alliance with the French woman that had so graciously and bravely welcomed him to be included in her brocant. She explained that a single parasol was the catalyst for this whole activity, and hence the importance of the parasol to her as to her niece’s ownership, which became the symbol of the venture. She briefly explained that Galeries Lafayette’s interest in their wares and her presence at the Reims event. With that said, Louis raised himself from the bench against the wall, came behind Shaymaa and embraced her while she remained sitting. “Shaymaa, I wish for us to leave now and go to my favorite bar not far from her. But first I need to go to the ‘WC’. I will be right back.” What she didn’t know is that he went to the bar and ordered a copy of the poster noted by Shaymaa to be placed in a cardboard tube and handed to him when he left. When he returned, he bent down to kiss Shaymaa on her right cheek and then sat down. The additional had been placed on the table. Upon his sitting, Shaymaa started. “So tell me Monsieur, what were you doing at the event?” Faking resistance, he stated: “Really Shaymaa? Monsieur?” She shook her head. “You got me there Louis. What’s your story in Alsace? Let me guess. You are either a rascal turning women’s head … and/or live in a castle there … and/or own/represent a winery given the characteristics of that territory.” He laughed and then stated. “At least one of those is correct Shaymaa. That is my mystery for now to entice you deeper.” She titled her head with eyebrows slanted. ‘Really? You indeed have my attention”, she replied. The competition in flirtation was taking on an additional level of seriousness, of credibility. He started: “I am paying this tab for us to continue to another bar where there is a light touch of jazz provided by a group from the U.S. You have NO choice but to accept if you wish to have the parasol returned to you.” “Really?” she stated with false indignation. As they exited Willies he was handed the tube that included the purchased poster, which Shaymaa didn’t notice given that the several pastises were kicking in.

He held her hand firmly as he guided her to the right on exiting Willi's towards their destination. “How familiar are you with this part of Paris Shaymaa?” She responded that she wasn’t. With that said, he directed her down the steps from rue Des Petits Champs to the Jardin du Palais Royal in an unusually quiet area of Paris. He directed her to one of the benches and asked her to sit next to him. As to be expected, there were only a few couples enjoying the peacefulness of this jardin at that time in the evening. During the day this was a favorite place for many Parisians, obscure to tourists, to enjoy their lunch, if not meditation. The evening was brisk, and she was not properly dressed. He embraced her and she settled into his arms easily and turned to face him. He kissed her on her right cheek, and with his left had brought her face around to kiss her lips. What he didn’t expect was the shiver that went through his body. This feeling was unexpected and new to him. He was beyond where he had been before with the women he had romanced in the past.

Being the individual he was, he stood from the bench and faced her. ”Shaymaa, it is time to return you to your hotel. When asked and told of her hotel in the 1st arrondissement, he noted that it was only several blocks away. He reached down with his right hand and raised her from the bench and picked up both the parasol and the tube with his left hand and proceeded to the hotel. She suddenly stopped pulling back from Louis. “What are you doing, Louis? We have just started with a most wonderful evening, and now you are returning me to my place? I think we have so much more to explore about us … and your lips. I love youuuuuuuurrrrrr lips.” “Shaymaa, indeed this was a most enchanting evening for me to be with you. BUT, the multiple pastises have the better of you. When you are back into your room, I will leave you there along with the parasol, this tube, and my phone number. Call me tomorrow please, and I have a favorite restaurant to introduce you to glorious Blanquette de Veau available only on Tuesday at Brasserie Lipp. It was not clear to him that she understood what he said.

They were soon at her hotel. The clerk hesitantly gave him the key with a stern look. He took her to her room, unlocked the door and led her to her bed. He softly kissed her, lowered her onto the bed and covered her with the goose comforter. He placed the parasol, the tube, and his business card on the desk. She was asleep and cooing before he left the room. He returned to his hotel with a picture of her beauty and their conversation circulating in his mind. He knew he wanted to know more about Shaymaa …. and her to know more about him.

3. Surprises

Not expecting a call from Shaymaa the following morning, Louis caught the Metro to Gare Nord to catch the 10 AM SNCF back to Ribeauvillé. The winery was quite demanding of him at this time of year, and he needed to be back that afternoon. While he had 2 younger brothers who had with him inherited the winery from their father, the other 2 were not to be counted for the current complex issues of harvesting. He was dressed in his jeans and sweater with only a leather purse on his shoulder in which his clothes from the previous night were compacted. His 6 AM shadow was quite distinctive on his tan skin, especially given his pale blue eyes typical of the people of Alsace.

The train was approaching the Ribeauvillé station when his cell phone rang indicating it was a call from Shaymaa given that he had taken one of her business cards off the table in her hotel room. He answered: “Hello Mademoiselle.” (He didn’t buy into the recent formal practice in France of referring to all woman as ‘Madame’). She blurted: “I am starved Louis, and I demand you meet me for lunch at the café across from my hotel. I mean, after all, you promised me dinner if I would meet with you … you scoundrel. And thank you for returning the parasol.” She giggled slightly. He in turn laughed while quickly reflecting on the conversation the previous night where it was clear as to her charming, engaging manner with him. “Well! Shaymaa, it is your fault that our conversation was so endearing to me, that I decided to take you to another café to so continue. Indeed, it was my fault to stop in the Jardin du Palais Royale and sit next to you to warm you up. …. Which was your fault for the lovely, but very light clothes you wore …. And then it was my fault to kiss you there …. And then your fault for having such inviting lips … and then … Well, you get the picture.” She laughed and started: “Yes, I dearly remember the kiss. I repeat, you rascal… pause …However, what I do remember next is this morning waking up in my bed with the comforter over me and my shoes off and place in the closet. So! Are you good for lunch and the continuation of where I left off last night?” “Sorry Shaymaa you are on your own for lunch. I am back in Ribeauvillé for critical business issues at the moment.” “Oh! I see.” She said shyly thinking that perhaps her fading the night before had turned him against her somehow. Louis sensed her concern, and quickly stated: “Chérie, I really enjoyed being with you last night, as brief as it was. I am very busy until Friday. Hmmmmmm, would you consider coming to Ribeauvillé for the weekend. This weekend is the Fiddler's Festival, aka Pfifferdaj, which has occurred annually for over 600 years. The historic parade is on Sunday afternoon and is a grand display of our people's celebration of food, color, history, and of course wine. I would love to share with you. Also, based upon the apparel you wore in my presence that represents your brother’s venture, bring both male and female garb, as well as the parasol. I will introduce you to some of the top retailers here. This is my village, and I would be very proud and excited to take you around …. And, you will have the dinner I promised, BUT cooked by me.” Unknown to Louis, Shaymaa was shaking her hands in the air with excitement as she spoke through the cell’s speaker/microphone.

The game was still on. She was now giddy for the first time in many years. This was so much different from Egypt. “That would be great. So you cook? Not use to that.” He continued: “You are welcome to stay in my apartment, or I will reserve a room in a hotel along the river.” She paused: “Louis, you have already proved your character last night. I would only come there IF I can stay at your place.” “Super, I will get the travel information to you for a Friday afternoon departure from Paris. Now Mademoiselle, go get some lunch. I know the café that you mentioned, and I suggest the croque monsieur and the house rose at this time today. In saying goodbye I wish to say that I also dearly remember our kiss last night and the amazing feeling I experienced, which I will explain this weekend. Au revoir”. “Au revoir Monsieur.” And they both clicked off.

Shaymaa reached for the parasol, opened it, and swirled around the room in childish glee. Then she noticed the tube on the table. She opened it and rolled out the poster of the two dancing angelic bottles of wine. “Who is this man?” she said out loud and then prepared to go out for breakfast. Two hours later she arrived at the brocant and was greeted by Sarah with the traditional ‘la bise’, a kiss on each cheek, and then noticed Shaymaa’s face. “What’s going on Shaymaa? You appear to be a very different person than before you left for Reims.” “Yes, I am Sarah … I think. But first let me tell you about Galleries Lafayette.” She explained the meeting with Monsieur Bodin and his wife including the breakfast conversation. She also confessed to losing the parasol and her dismay, but then Monsieur Bodin’s generous offer to reproduce for her and marketing efforts. “Fantastique” said Sarah. Shaymaa paused: “NOW, the really amazing news that you have sensed in my face.” She described the return of the parasol by Louis, and the amazing connection she had made with him the previous night ... and then the phone call that morning and the invitation to see visit with him in Ribeauvillé this coming weekend. Sarah was breathless at this point without an immediate comment. The amazing opportunities as to their venture and Shaymaa’s promising romance was just too overwhelming for one, yet alone both reasons. “Have you told Ahmed about your time in Reims?…. and Louis.?” She responded: “I will catch up with him tonight. I am skipping back to my hotel right now. Au revoir Madame.”

That evening when talking to Ahmed about her visit to Reims, he was taken back by the Louis situation. “Really Shaymaa! What are thinking about getting involved with this French guy? You DON’T know French men as I do.” She quickly snapped in Arabic “Allaenat ealayk ya 'akhi aleaziz” (phonetic), gave him 3 kisses on the cheeks (common in some Middle Eastern countries), turned and walked back to her hotel. She thought to herself: “When will my brother respect my independence?” She proceeded to Willi's Wine Bar to shake him off with 2 pastises back-to-back. The bartender of course remembered this beauty. “Your beau bought the best poster last night in my opinion. Indeed, the 2 bottles seem to represent you two very well, from what I could tell.” He smiled and said that the drinks were on him. Her anger was subsiding, and she returned to her hotel via the Jardin du Palais Royale. She sat for a while at the same bench as the night before to reflect on the last 2 days.

Friday was approaching and Shaymaa prepared for her weekend adventure. She decided to travel in casual style. She packed 2 extraordinary dresses that well represented Anna’s Parasol’s offerings as well as very loose slacks that otherwise were tight to her hips and emphasized her slender Nubian proportions. She also included a white blouse that was nearly transparent and handsomely exposed the dark skin color of her neckline which would be adorned with classic Nubian jewelry of semi-precious stones. Lastly, she giggled to herself as she added a piece of teddy-bear lingerie of fine silk. On top of that she packed the parasol for safe travel. Thursday evening, Louis texted her the travel instructions including meeting her at the Gare in Ribeauvillé. He also provided the cell phone of his assistant should something go awry, a person named Charlotte.

On Friday, Shaymaa arrived in Ribeauvillé at 5 PM quite relaxed having falling asleep for 2 hours in her 1st class seat on the train. She was greeted by Charlotte as she exited the train. “Shaymaa. I am Charlotte and here to take you to Louis’s house in the city. “Enchantée Charlotte.” She continued: “He had an emergency in the vineyard, which only he could handle… Let me help you with your luggage, s'il vous plaît.” “Oh, OK. Thank you for meeting me.” This was the first surprise of numerous ones for Shaymaa during her visit. Charlotte was a slim and tall blond beauty dressed in a very short clinging skirt and tight blouse with her long hair layered over her right shoulder. Charlotte led her to the black Infinity convertible with the hard top retracted for the short trip to the house. In route, Shaymaa started: “How long have you worked for Louis?” Charlotte turned to Shaymaa as she tugged her short skirt down, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. “Oh yes, that would be 5 years. He brought me on as office manager after he divorced his wife who had worked as such.” No. 2 surprise. Actually, I met him on a blind date just before the divorce, and then he asked me to join the company.” No. 3 surprise. Charlotte continued: “His house is sooooo gorgeous. You will really like either of 2 bedrooms with each having a beautiful view of the city. I prefer not to stay in the master bedroom when the parties have been so amazing that it was best that I stay in the other bedroom.” No 4, and counting. At the house, the car was parked in a private garage, and the two continued to the upper floors. “Shaymaa …I love your name … in which bedroom should I place your luggage.?” “Ahhhhhhh, just place them in the hallway, s'il vous plaît.” Charlotte gave her la bise and stated: “ He should be here in an hour, so make yourself comfortable. By the way, he really needs a double espresso, no sucre, when he wakes up in the morning. The machine in the kitchen is so programmed. Enjoy your visit, Chérie.” No. 5

Shaymaa opened up her luggage and decided to take a shower to freshen up. The master bathroom was extraordinary with slate walls and floor and a glass encased shower with multiple showerheads at 3 levels. The bathroom also had two sinks with one surrounded by various exquisite female toiletries and a used toothbrush. No. 6. She removed her clothes, dropping them to the floor, and stepped into the shower. She selected an intense pulsing mode of the showerhead to her upper body and leaned against the shower wall in an attempt to release the tension she was now feeling with the surprises so far. After 10 minutes of the pounding water, she turned off the shower and stepped onto the mat. She dried herself with the thick, soft towels, and then reached for and wrapped herself in one of the two luscious robes handing on the wall. It was pink, and the other white. No 7. At this point she wanted a drink and headed for the wet bar next to total glass wall in the front room that looked out over the city. She realized that there was no privacy as to outside world. The main room and the 2 bedrooms, that she had checked out briefly, were bordered by glass to the outside wall-to-ceiling with no curtains.

Pastis was available and she poured herself a ‘healthy’ portion, grabbed the parasol out of the suitcase and headed to the leather sofa lined with large pillows. There was a light plaid cover at the far end of the sofa, and she pulled it over herself as she lay down with the parasol at her side. It had been a very surprising (disappointing) day for her so far, and she reflected briefly on her brother’s comments. She was now mentally exhausted by her thoughts since arriving in Ribeauvillé and fell asleep quickly.

4. WOW!

Louis arrived at the house in the evening at 8:15. While the lights were out in the house, the light from the street via the floor-to-ceiling glass walls outlined Shaymaa asleep on the sofa. He first headed to the kitchen to place the bouquet of baby breath encompassing lavender stems into a vase with water. He opened a chilled bottle of his family’s private pinot gris, and poured two glasses in long stem crystal. He then approached Shaymaa and placed the glasses on the side table to the sofa. He awaken her lightly with a hand on the shoulder. She suddenly sat up becoming face-to-face with him. She was somewhat dazed from the short nap, but responded with a light ‘ummmm” as he softly kissed her on each cheek. “Chérie, I am so sorry for not being able to meet you at the train, and then arriving late home tonight. But, my business is now finished for the entire weekend.” She sat up properly as he handed her a glass of wine. “This wine is from the private stock at my vineyard that is reserved for only family …. and the most dearest friends.” She held up the glass as in a toast and said with a whimsical smile “I am ‘enchantée’ as you French say.

As she was taking her first taste of the wine, several of her earlier surprises came to mind, e.g., used toothbrush, ex-wife, pink robe, and gorgeous Charlotte. She held the wine in front of her face like a shield, as she said “Louis, you are not at fault, but there is a lot for me to understand about you given what I experienced in the first 30 minutes of arriving.” “He was confused, but genuinely not alarmed. “What are you speaking about Shaymaa? Was Charlotte rude to you?” Fortunately, Shaymaa realized that she was pouting at least on the inside, and she had no right to. She was being defensive based upon probably meaningless points. She held her hands to her face, moving slowly back and forth. “Please excuse my previous statement. I am just being selfish, naive, whatever, to expect a virgin Prince in Camelot, if you understand the reference?” He responded: “Not really, you seem to be mixing several metaphors … But, I do think I sense some of your feelings as to realizing things about me by being in my home, but without sufficient knowledge of each of us as to the other. To be clear, I truly expect you have a most interesting background that will both amaze me and surprise me … and could result in some sort of unjustified jealousy on my part.” “You have picked up quite well on my thoughts.” she said as she stood to approach the glass wall. She turned, raised her glass: “This will be an extraordinary weekend you have offered me to enjoy your people, your home, and knowing more about you …. And you about me. I AM an open book for you to explore by turning the pages. Now, kind sir, please retrieve the bottle of that excellent wine and let us sit on your deck overlooking the city and REALLY talk about each of us.”

It was now 2 AM and the conversation was starting to turn to trivial subjects, e.g., What was her favorite species of chen?, How much wine did his winery produce each year?, What are Egyptian guys like?, What is that planet in the sky? They were on their 3rd bottle of wine, with only some paté and pieces of baguette to consume. The conversation was getting somewhat slurred. Louis stood and said “Chérie it is time to go to sleep. I have an extraordinary petit déjeuner planned for us.” He took her hand, and they entered into the house leaving the glass door open for the light wind outside to enter. They approached the 2 doors to the bedrooms and he led her into the master bedroom. She tensed slightly that he could notice in her hand. He reached for her face and gave the softest kiss on her lips. “This is your bed tonight. He turned to leave then looked back. “There is a pink robe in the bathroom fresh for you.” She smiled, “I saw that earlier. Bon Nuit Louis”. He smiled with a wink, “Bon Nuit Mademoiselle“ and proceeded on to the other bedroom.

As is normal for him, he awoke at 7:30 and headed for the shower. His favorite savon was from a family-owned producer in Villefrance sur Mer on the French Rivera. The not-subtle scent was that of sandalwood. He shaved his morning shadow, dried off and put on some loose linen shorts. He was not one for underwear, or even socks, in his daily activities. He pulled on his pale blue Nice Jazz Festival, 1994 tee shirt, but left it untucked to hide his carved frame. Before he would check on Shaymaa, he wanted to have all the preparation ready to minimize the time to cook and deliver petit déjeuner once she was up, showered, and in the Kitchen. The menu consisted of a Gruyere soufflé with a homard sauce, sage saucisson, and of course warmed croissants. This would be accompanied by both conserves de prune et fraises that a family that worked for him produced. The champagne was the ‘fleur’ bottle from Pierre Joulét in Epernay, and the flutes were in the freezer for that added frosted chill for the first sip.

While waiting for Shaymaa to appear from the bedroom, he reflected on their conversation only hours previously on the deck. He had revealed a great deal about his personal life, as well as she had about hers. He didn’t discuss his ex-wife or the loose relationship he had with Charlotte, too much, too soon. What he didn’t know is that Shaymaa had awakened at 7:45 and was going through the conversation as well in her mind. While recognizing that she had NO right to judge him on how sincere he could be with so little experience with him, she remained somewhat dismayed at the points she had learned upon arrival to his home. BUT, based upon the conversation hours earlier she sensed sensitivity, honesty and sincerity yet to be truly tested. She REALLY admired this man … and she was REALLY attracted to him, both physically and mentally. One word came to mind when she thought about the conversation and his physical presence: ”WOW!”

It was approaching 9, and no sign of Shaymaa. “Hmmmmm, what to do?” he thought out loud. He had plans to taking her through the village integrating both the activities of the festival underway with introducing her to various vendors that may have an interest in her wares. He went to his house-wide stereo and started softly with a playlist of Elton. Seger, Bruce, Rolling Stones, and Pink. This was his ‘motivation’ music, and he had no idea of Shaymaa’s preferences. However, by this time his typical French short-patience had run its course. This mademoiselle needed to be up. He had significant plans for her that could be most beneficial to her. One thing he was sure of now after the previous night, is that he REALLY admired this mademoiselle … and he was REALLY attracted to her, both physically and mentally. He didn’t feel the need to “play’ his conversation with her as was usually necessary with the French ladies in Ribeauvillé.

A little after 9 Shaymaa exited the master bedroom with the pink robe loosely covering her body that accentuated her tall mahogany stature, especially both her legs and her open neckline. Her long black hair was still wet from her shower and shined in the kitchen light. Louis could not control his audible gasp. He paused, offered a broad smile with: “Bon Jour! Shaymaa. I trust you had a good sleep.” Having been awake for nearly 2 hours thinking about the conversation the previous night, she took a truly aggressive initiative for her. “Louis, I had a wonderful sleep … BUT, upon awakening, you were not at my side,” she said with the most seductive smile while tilting her head. “Are you NOT French, and yet you deny me of that. Shame on you!” She paused to see his expression and then continued “Are we to be lovers or not?” Louis was not prepared for that, but replied instinctively: “Mademoiselle you are not French, and I assumed therefore you are not familiar with our … ah … ways.” He pulled her into himself and releasing the robe from her body. They returned to the master bedroom and discovered each other's individual and mutual passions.

It was 11:30 when Shaymaa rolled away from Louis. He stirred, turn towards her and pulled her back against him. “Where are you going Chérie ?” She responded in a whisper: “I am starved, and once again you have failed to deliver a meal as you promised.” as she softly kissed his lips. He responded with a strong embrace and stated, “Cherie, you will have that meal as soon as we can dress. What I had prepared is not available now. But, I have a favorite place for us to go.” Standing between him and the bath, she reached into her suitcase and pulled out the satin, pale green teddy-bear she had brought with her. She held it up in front of her bare body: “See what you have missed with your impatient French charm?” “First of all, Chérie, you have been the impatient one here, merci beaucoup!, and I now have something else to think about for the rest of the day.” as he raised his eyebrows with a mischievous smile.

She didn’t shower again, but rather put on his pale blue t-shirt with the lingering sandalwood scent. With the addition of clinging white Capri pants and sandals, she was ready to go but stated “By the way, what did you have planned as our petit-déjeuner … and why is that not now available?” He explained that the souffle batter will have fallen by that time, and he would start again the next morning. “However, the champagne is well chilled, and we will start with that.” He slowly poured 2 of the frosted stems and they went out to the deck to watch the village come alive. The food merchants were putting out their wares as well as all of the sidewalks were being swept clean, an absolute practice across all of France.19. Yummmmmmm

They sat facing the Eastern horizon with the sunrise having long passed. He started: “Tomorrow, we will have a full day of enjoying, and perhaps participating if you wish, in the 600-year tradition of the parade. It is full of spectacles and merriment with groups of amazing costumes. But today, we will walk several of the commercial rues with your wares and parasol in hand to introduce you to the village, and the village shops to you, that is after a mid-day lunch at my favorite café.” She responded with “I would like some more champagne, WOW!, and we can start as you suggest. That is my name for you from now on” she said raising the flute to her lips.” “OK, I like that but I was thinking of a similar name for you in French. But, I will stay with ‘Chérie’ for now.” And so they sat finishing off the Fleur bottle.

5. Yummm !

Having finished 2 flutes of fine champagne each, Louis stood and pulled up Shaymaa from her chair on the deck. “I must say Shaymaa, you fill out that t-shirt much better … and appropriately than I do.” “Merci beucoup Monsieur. And, I really like this shirt when you are not wearing it, or anything else.” “Ok, Cherie, it is time to introduce you to the village. Grab your wares and parasol, while I put on another shirt. You will finally get the meal that I had promised, but this will first be only an appetizer for what I will cook for us this evening.”

Upon leaving his house, he turned down a narrow alley that was not lined with any shops. Shaymaa could see some tables outside of an entrance 100 meters ahead. “That is our destination Shaymaa” as he lazily placed this arm around her waist, and not her shoulders given her height common to Nubian women.

The small café had 2 tables outside that were available at that time in the early afternoon. They sat at the left one after Louis had stuck his head in the door and yelled “Pierre, c’estLouis. Si te plait, deux Chevre Chaudet petite carafe rosé avec glacons.” Once seated, Louis described the tour that day for visiting what he thought would be the most appropriate shops. Shaymaa was perfectly accepting of his plans. This was her shining knight today. Within 15 minutes the salads and rosé were delivered with oil and vinegar on the side to be added by them as they desired. Pierre knew that Louis was very clear on not over-dressing the salads. Another petite carafe of rosé was delivered before they were finished with their meals. The €s were left on the table, and they proceeded on her adventure.

As they started their tour of shops that Louis thought most appropriate, he said “Shaymaa, upon entering shop we first say Bon Jour Madame / Monsieur, which is appropriate. At that point, I will introduce you to the owner as my dear person. They will respond with kindness and you reply Enchanteé!, and then you are on your own, I will not interfere in the conversation.” She responded simply “Understood.” And they proceeded accordingly down several of the major streets. Before returning home, they stopped at a Boucherieto pick up a rack of lamb for dinner.

On their return to the house in the early evening, Shaymaa headed directly to the deck to flip off her sandals and collapse onto the chaise-lounge. Louis went to the bathroom to wet a facecloth in warm water and take to Shaymaa to refresh her face, and then her feet. The facecloth was scented with sandalwood, as was the savon in the shower. “I will be back in a moment to deliver the most delicious pinot blanc that my winery produces, again only for family and special friends.” He returned to the kitchen by first setting up rhythmic music by the Gotan Project on the phonograph. He then poured the wine and took one to Shaymaa.

Once back in the kitchen, he pulled out the cylindrical sous vide, filled a medium pan with water and set the device for 60ºC for medium. The rack of lamb he had purchased needed to first have the outer layer of fat removed, and then vacuum packed with a rub of sage, thyme, and rosemary with a touch of olive oil. The lamb would take 90 minutes to be cooked in the sous vide, before removed from the vacuum bag and grilled quickly on his indoor grill. This was sufficient time to prepare his accentuated recipe for gratin dauphinois that included two layers of thinly sliced gruyere cheese between the 3 layers of 1/8 inch slices of starch-loaded potatoes. White asparagus broiled in a skillet under the salamander would complete the meal. Unlike many folks in that area, a salad at the end of the meal was not to be provided. The final requirement would be a marche de vin sauce for the lamb, of which he kept several pouches in the freezer given the time required to prepare. With everything ready to be started at the appropriate time for dinner in 90 minutes or so, he poured himself a glass of pinot blanc and returned to the deck.

Not to his surprise, Shaymaa had fallen asleep into a comfortable position with her right hand under her tilted head. Her glistening black hair surrounded her face nearly reaching the deck. He headed to the shower for a quick wash and dressed in soft cotton sweat pants and a thin cashmere pullover sweater. He returned to the kitchen to place the Gratin Dauphinois into the 177ºC oven for an hour bake, poured himself more wine and headed to the deck. Shaymaa was stirring slightly, and he kissed her on her left cheek having first brushed her hair to the side. Her eyes opened and again she gave out an “ummmmmm.” Softly he said “You have time to take a shower and join me back on the deck. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes.”

In 20 minutes she returned to the deck with the pink robe on. She had also put on first the satin, pale green teddy she had teased him with that morning. By this time, he had again opened up a Fleur bottle and had 2 stems chilled in a bowl of ice. He stood from his chair and greeted her with a rather-pressing kiss to her lips and a quick twirl to sit her in the other chair. She quickly tightened her robe around her so as to not to reveal what she had on underneath. With not much time until dinner, the conversation was light reviewing what had happened that day with her visits with the merchants. “Shaymaa, I purposely stood back from your conversations to let you shine at what you did …. And you were fantastic. I could easy read the impressions with both the women and men. This is good stuff for you and your wares. Twirling the parasol occasionally over your shoulder was an excellent touch.” Please relax here for several minutes as I make the final preparations for THAT dinner I owe you. I will come to retrieve you when it is time to eat.”

In the kitchen, Louis first placed the asparagus under the salamander to broil. He then pulled out the rack of lamb, cut opened the bag, and place the ribs on the already heated grill. The sizzling of the rack provided a succulent scent unique to such grilling. He pulled the gratin dauphinois out of the oven, and waited several minutes to slice the rack into two-rib portions. At medium the ribs had a consistent pink color throughout which is not achievable by roasting in an oven. There were threads of pink liquid that stemmed from the cut ribs to the edge of the cutting board, fortunately with a groove around it to capture the liquid. He quickly nuked the marchand de vin sauce and placed it on the bar bordering the kitchen where they would eat. The asparagus was extracted from the salamander and placed on the bar as well on a heat pad. Dinner was ready with the exception of opening a bottle of pinot noir from the Champagne district. With that done he went to the deck to retrieve Shaymaa. To his surprise she was on her cell phone speaking softly into it. She was startled by his arrival and quickly ended the conversation with “Later.”

Once in the kitchen, his instructions were simple. “There is your plate, serve yourself the ribs and a dollop of the Gratin Dauphinois. The asparagus in on the bar along with the sauce for the lamb as you may wish. We will be drinking a rather unique French pinot noir that is quite luscious and ‘jammy’ to the palate – not from my winery by the way.” Being a Coptic Christian, as are all Nubians, she closed her hand in a blessing fashion with an “Oh my God! You are not only a shining knight to this Mademoiselle in distress for this day, but also an astounding chef, me thinks.” He simple shrugged with a whimsical smile and said “Of course. I am French. You should not expect … or accept less.”

They completed the meal with little discussion other than the “yummmmms” and “ahhhhhs” as Shaymaa completed her first serving with a return to the gratin dauphinois. It was now approaching 9, and they finished the pinot noir. “Shaymaa, there is no desert tonight which would have been a classic ille flotant, the lightest of all deserts. There wasn’t time, but I will make that for you in the future.” He turned her head to face his, paused looking directly into her eye saying softly: “I truly hope there is a future.” She was too satisfied with food and wine to pick up on his comment looking for positive feedback.

While sitting at the bar during dinner, her robe had started to separate revealing her legs further on and on as the meal progressed. NO man could ignore this temptation. He stood and proceeded to place the Gratin Dauphinois in the fridge and then returned to swing her up from the chair to direct her to the deck for more wine and discussion. As he did so, the robe separated enough to expose her satin undergarment. He shook his head as in seeking balance. “Chérie, you have a secret that has now been revealed to me.” She didn’t understand what he meant at first, actually thinking back upon his interrupting her cell phone conversation on the deck before dinner. Had he noticed the cell phone call indiscretion on her part? He then touched her upper thigh stating that the pale green satin teddy was on his mind throughout the day. For Louis, this was the most aggressive he had been with a woman of true interest for a long time.

As he took her hand to head to the deck, she softly fell into his arms. She was tired, a bit too relaxed (smashed) to expect any other real interaction with him that night. Instead of the deck, he helped her to the master bedroom and placed her in the bed, robe and all, and pulled up the goose down comforter to cover her. He turned off the lights and retreated to the deck to address a number of texts he had received regarding the winery. At 11, he returned to the master bedroom, removed his clothes, and laid down next to her spooning her right side. Within minutes he was asleep.

6. Fiddler's Festival

Sunday morning, Louis of course awoke at 7:30 still in a spooning position with Shaymaa. He gingerly lifted his left arm from around her to get out of bed. However, she held on. Therefore, he instead snuggled closer and softly kissed her neckline. She was now fully awake and turned suddenly to face him. Again, with that “ummmmm” of hers she wrapped her left arm around his shoulder feeling his bare skin, and then moving it down to his waist. “Louis, it seems that I am overdressed for this moment. She sat up, awkwardly, removed her robe, and laid back down again. “Shaymaa, you are STILL over-dressed, but let me help you.” He raised himself on his right elbow and proceeded first to remove her top followed by the appropriate touches and kisses. He sat up further and slid down her bottoms with her shuffling her knees up and down to assist. “MUCH better!’”, he whispered in her right ear as he lowered himself down next to her.

Nothing more was said for quite some time as they each relished the passion of being together. It was not until 9:30 that Louis stirred raising his head from Shaymaa’s left neckline … and her scent there. From the door opened to the deck, the noise of the “Fiddler’s Festival parade’s preparation could be heard with the arrival of the multitudes to line the main street below the house. He sat up with both of them uncovered, and he lightly kissed her lips whispering, “Shaymaa, the merriment is rising outside, and I insist that you and I get up to get involved.” At first she was still coming to her senses, and then commented “Oui! Oui! I want to enjoy this spectacular event as you had described to me yesterday.” She was suddenly insistent. “I want to go NOW. I need not shower, but just throw on your t-shirt and my slacks.” “Granted!” he said. “We can get a croque monsieur and espresso each at the café across the street to hold us until lunch.” Within 10 minutes they were out of the house. Her long hair was totally disheveled, but even more attractive to Louis.

Nothing was said by either as to the night before, but Louis held tightly onto Shaymaa as they maneuvered through the crowd to go to a position on the parade route that Louis preferred which was outside of a patisserie where they could order a particularly unique baquette layered with paté and Gruyére, his favorite, and still not miss the parade. Several times he would squeeze her waist with a burst of intensity. After several such embraces, Shaymaa turned to Louis. “What was that Monsieur?” He responded: “Chérie, that was a ‘shiver’ that goes through my body as I reflect on last night. I have no control of that, but surely you know how men are about intense intimacy?” She paused, “I haven’t experienced that before you, but NOW …. WOW!, another reason for my name for you.”

The amazingly colorful parade proceeded for nearly 5 hours with groups of musicians (primarily fiddlers), marching groups in centuries-old traditional dress, and groups with satirical themes. Throughout the parade, Louis and Shaymaa would alternately stand and sit at their individual table provided by the owners of the patisserie. It was clear to Shaymaa that, as the day before, Louis held a position of notoriety in the village as she would be frequently introduced to Louis’s friends that would stop by.

It had been such an exciting afternoon with a parade that she had never experienced before. It was now time to return to the house. All of the shops were closed of course, and Louis stated that they would be eating at one of his favorite restaurants that night. Upon reaching the house, Shaymaa went directly to the chaise lounge on the deck to remove her sandals and relax. Louis was already thinking about tomorrow when Shaymaa would take the train back to Paris. He was losing his ‘cool’ in having been so encompassed by her presence, their lovemaking, … and her scent. The latter was totally new to him, but as real as their embracing.

He proceeded to the kitchen to pour several glasses of Pinot Blanc and then return to the deck sitting on the side of her chaise lounge. “Shaymaa, I have been totally delighted in having you her this weekend. It has been most extraordinary for the marketing of your wares, I believe. BUT I MUST say that it has been exceptional for me as well to know and experience you as the Mademoiselle you are, and I just don’t mean business." He paused "You are leaving tomorrow because you have important business reasons to do so. BUT!, I want you to come back to explore US.” He paused holding up his glass to click with hers, “Tell me straight. Do you agree?” She responded: “WOW! You have …. Well … kind of have swept me away/ I am overwhelmed with you, and I need to step back momentarily for my own sanity. We are from 2 very different cultures, but my sense of individualism, independence if you will, wants to pursue us. You have swooped me into your life with such open passion, granted that I initiated. Why I did so is so insane in my mind at the moment. To be clear, my thoughts right now are that I could TOTALLY lose myself in you. But then again, I entered your environment of used toothbrush, pink robe, and the ongoing apparent presence of your ex-wife and Charlotte. How REAL are you? …. How well do you know yourself?, I have to question. AND, how well do I actually know myself?” “Very sobering thoughts Shaymaa. But I would not expect anything less from you.” With a click of the glasses again, and final sips to empty them, he continued. “You get the shower first. For dinner, I would like to see you in that one purple and gold outfit I saw next to your suitcase.” With that she stood and proceeded to the bathroom dropping her top and slacks on the way. There was another shiver as he watched her walk away. As with him, she didn’t care for undergarments. Within 15 minutes she was out and dressed as requested, brushing her hair to the left side. “Chérie, please pour yourself a glass of whatever wine you would like, and I will be out to sweep you from the deck to proceed to dinner.” He turned back to her and said: “Unlike Paris, the village folks don’t wait until 8 for dinner reservations, especially after such an intense afternoon.”

During his absence in the shower, Shaymaa turned on her cell and sent a text to the individual she was talking to Saturday evening when Louis came upon her unexpectedly on the deck. In 20 minutes, he was back and dressed in tan linen slacks, another cashmere pullover, and leather loafers. He pulled her up from the chair embracing her softly with an extended kiss on her lips. “We are off to the restaurant.”

His favorite, traditional Alsatian restaurant was Winstub La Flammerie. Sophie, the female head chef, did not request what they would like and instead recommended 2 favorites of her patrons. Louis ordered the Duck aiguillettes with pinot noir, honey and plum chutney, and Shaymaa ordered the Pike perch fillet with old-fashioned mustard cream on sauerkraut. They both shared a Tart of asparagus au gratin as an appetizer and a bottle of Pinot Noir from Champagne that Sophie insisted upon. Louis responded “Oui Madame! in that Mademoiselle was indeed not appropriate for this Matron.”

During the dinner, the conversation was more business than romantic. Louis wanted to know Shaymaa’s further thoughts about the touring activities on Saturday … and how this may involve her further visits to Ribeauvillé. Typical of her orderly discipline, she pulled out a piece of paper upon which she had a number of notes from those activities. Sensing her seriousness, Louis shifted into business mode and provided suggestions she may consider. Of course, his comments were such to encourage her return to the village, as well as ways that he could be directly involved in assisting her there with her marketing. A second bottle of wine was ordered with both them denying any ability to enjoy the house-made deserts about which Sophie was much less insistent, but disappointed nonetheless.

Upon entering the house, it was back to the deck. Louis said he would be back in a moment. In the kitchen, he poured two small glasses of green Chartreuse and returned to the deck. As he approached Shaymaa handing her the aperitif he said: “This morning I remember removing some amazing lingerie from you. I would love to see that in full view. Would you mind?” She took a sip and said, I will be right back.” In her absence, he put some island music on the house audio. He turned down the lights on the deck letting the inside lights providing a light glow on the deck.

She returned making a “runway” entrance, with a full turn before sitting down. He was breathless with only a mild “Mon Dieu” as he stood to turn her around again. “I now have my endearing name for you: Ma Tigresse” You said earlier that your train to Paris is at 10:20. My suggestion is that we now retire to the bedroom for a well-deserved rest before I get you up for that petite dejeuner that I had planned for you on Saturday. “Really?” she proclaimed as she said striking a most seductive pose turning sideways to him. “Perhaps, there is some more ‘discussions’ before going to sleep.” as she kissed his left cheek and pounced to the bedroom. He followed again leaving the glass doors to the deck open for the breeze.

She headed first to the bathroom as he removed his clothes and slipped under the covers. She purposely left the light on in the bathroom as she exited removing first her top and then the bottoms. She slipped into bed and cuddled to his left side. They were both exhausted. With her head on his chest and his arm around her, they both fell asleep.

At 7:30 he awoke and gently released himself from their coupling; she didn’t wake. Moving directly to the kitchen without dressing, he prepared the soufflé batter. At about 8, he pulled on his cotton shorts and gently awakens Shaymaa with a kiss on her cheek after brushing her hair to the side. She opened her eyes, looked directly at him and said. “I am leaving you today Wow, right?” “Oui, but we both know that you will be back soon Ma Tigresse. So, I suggest you take a quick shower, dress in your traveling clothes and join me in the kitchen,” ”Oui” she said, half saluting him as the comforter dropped off her shoulder exposing her upper body. He touched her face with his left arm and kissed her neck, and then continued down. “You still have that scent of our lovemaking. How precious! You need to get up now, or you will miss your train.” He said with a seductive grin.

She showered, dressed, packed her suitcase, and joined him in the kitchen in 20 minutes. “Perfect timing, I am removing the soufflé from the oven now. I will serve it and you take the sausages and lobster sauce as you wish.

It was now time to leave for the train station. Louis was still only half-dressed. “Louis, … Wow ... I know my way to the station, and I wish to leave you here”. She put her arms around him, tightly embracing him. “As I said last night, there is so much about this weekend that I need to put together in my mind,” He interrupted, “And so do I, Ma tigresse. ” She kissed him passionately, and grabbed her suitcase and parasol leaving the house. He reached out to touch her again, but she was gone.

On her way to the gare she pulled out her cell phone and made a call. The person to whom she made the call did not answer, so she left a message: “I am on my way back to Paris, and I wish to talk to you tonight. So please call me at 7 PM, Paris time. Love, Me.”

7. Reality

The cell call Shaymaa made upon leaving Louis’s house was to Khalid in Cairo with whom she had become quite serious before joining her brother in Paris. As with most Muslims in Egypt, he adherers closely to primary Muslim principles, e.g., 5 prayers each day, no alcohol, no smoking and the rules of marrying outside of the religion, In general, Muslim men have freedom but women don’t as to cross-religion marriages. However, Shaymaa being Coptic Christian was too regimented as well as independent to make a conversion even with the increasing pressure from Khalid’s family and friends to do so. Arguably, Egypt is the least restrictive as to rights of women in the Arabic / Muslim world, and the Constitution that came about in the revolution of 2013 provided additional freedoms …. but not enough for Shaymaa. The added pressure of Islam regarding women was a just too much for Shaymaa to consider. Additionally, while Islam and Christianity are much more in common as to their beliefs than ether with Judaism, Muslims believe Christ to be a precursor to the Prophet Mohammad; hence Christ is a Muslim. Muslims also reject the Bible on the basis of their perspective of it having been corrupted over time, whereas the Quran is the final, unchanged and preserved word of God.

As she had requested of Khalid upon her departing from Ribeauvillé, he called her precisely at 7 PM in the evening. Shaymaa was not sure what she was going to say, but the objective was clear. Her strict religious practices were guiding her at this point regardless of her growing relationship with Khaled. AND, she justified in her mind that her brother’s business in Paris gave her sufficient cause to strike out on her own as to both romance and her profession. Indeed, going through her thoughts was to not rationalize her objective given her sudden, if not impetuous, involvement with Louis. But when her cell phone rang, her first thought was of Louis. “Mahaban Khalid” “Hello to you also Shaymaa”. “Thank you for calling Khalid. I wish to talk with you about my visit so far in Paris and the thoughts that are going through my mind. ... pause …To be clear, I have made some difficult decisions about where I want to be …. and with whom I want to be involved.” Khalid was silent waiting for her to continue. Knowing well the dynamics of Shaymaa’s personality in concert with the Islam/Coptic conflict between them, he already expected what would follow as to them as a couple. Before, she could continue, Khalid took the initiative. “Shaymaa! I love you dearly. But we are not the same as we were as children when we grew up together. At that point in our lives, there was no consideration as to the religious differences between us. As has always been true in Cairo, Muslims and Coptic children grow up together in school and play. But now, my Love, I understand that neither of our religious beliefs can, or should, be compromised by either of us. When you left for Paris, I approached my Imam at the Mosque for his thoughts as to our position as a couple. He was very realistic as to the tremendous difficulties of couples in Egypt that have dealt with such conflict, especially when there are children involved.” Shaymaa was stunned by his insights, and now respected him even more than she had anticipated. “Khalid, I love you deeply, but you are right. We would possibly destroy ourselves directly and in conflict with our respective parents.” “Tell me Shaymaa, if you wish, have you been brought to your realizations by the people, eh men, you have met in your time there?” “I think I have Khalid. But to be honest, I am somewhat scared as to where I am and where I am going both professionally and romantically.” “Shaymaa, my heart is with you always and never hesitate to bring your thoughts to me to the extent you are comfortable. I dare say Love, with tears on my cheek, that you will always make the right decisions in the most difficult situations if you use your mind properly without impulsiveness. With that said, you will understand that I need to end this call now with great sadness but yet joy for both of us. Goodbye Love” “Goodbye Khalid. Thank You! You are always in my prayers.” “And you in mine, Shaymaa.”

After this most extraordinary and candid conversation with Khalid, Shaymaa called her brother to provide a brief update on her Ribeauvillé visit without revealing too much. Ahmed knew nothing of her relationship with Khalid, which would have greatly upset him. Instead, she discussed what her activities would be the next day as to the business. There was nothing said about her intimate experiences with Louis. She didn’t need any more ‘big brother’ thoughts at that point.

On Tuesday she woke at 10, dressed in her loose garb and went to the café across the street from her room. Thanks to Louis’s introduction, she was hooked on Croque Monsieur for brunch. In Cairo, within the spacious City Stars Mall, there is a PAUL franchise famous across France for their light French menu, including Croque Monsieur. But what she had experienced there in the past barely resembled what she had enjoyed in the café across the street. After consuming her first café crème with the Croque Monsieur, she ordered a second café and pulled out the business card for Monsieur Bodin. She called and introduced herself to Monsieur Bodin’s secretary in English. The woman readily switched to English and said that she knew that Monsieur Bodin was awaiting her call. However, he was not in at the moment, but had stated that the secretary should set up a meeting in his office as mutually agreeable. An appointment was set for the next day at 11:45.

The rest of Tuesday was now open for Shaymaa, and she decided to relax at the Jardin du Palais Royal where she had first sat with Louis after drinks at Willi's Wine Bar. She went about spreading her marketing material across the length of the bench preparing for the meeting based upon Monsieur Bodin’s comments in Reims. It was clear his primary interest was to outfit their Nice store on the Rivera with the more colorful and loose garments she offered that were best suited for a beach environment.

On Wednesday she took the parasol and her marketing material with several selections of men’s and women’s apparel. She was 15 minutes early, and Monsieur Bodin’s secretary received her most graciously and led her into the quaint, private executive dining room. There were 6 place settings on the table, 2 on each long side, and 1 at each end. She placed her material on a side table at one end and sat at that end position. Shaymaa stood and stepped away from the table as Monsieur Bodin entered with 4 assistants. “Bon Jour” she said joyfully offering her hand to Monsieur Bodin in case he was aware of the Muslim practice that men should not offer their hands to women; the woman must initiate - even though she was not Muslim but which he might assume. They all took their seats with Monsieur Bodin at the other end. He started. “I am very pleased that we can meet again after our breakfast in Reims. I have several critical staff here; 3 Marketing and the head of Human Resources. BUT first, we will enjoy a lunch prepared by the store’s Chef from the Gourmet department in the basement.” He continued: “Knowing some Egyptian cuisine, Chef has prepared several dishes including both grilled, marinated goat and stuffed Pigeon, which by the way is very much part of the French cuisine in Southern France. In France we have Imperial Pigeons that are significantly larger than those in Egypt. So! to start, would you like some wine, if that is permitted by you. Working her marketing skill she stated: “Monsieur Bodin, you overwhelm me with your kind consideration … and Yes! I would love some wine as I see over on that table. I should tell you that I am not Muslim but Coptic Christian.” “Oh! So Shaymaa, what is your wine preference?” pointing to the bottles. She was very clear and welcoming: “I would like to have a glass of the upper Rhone, Chateau Neuf du Pape”. That should go handsomely with the 2 Plats you mentioned. With the wine poured to all, Monsieur Bodin introduced the others as to name and responsibility and then requested: “Shaymaa tell them about yourself, your brother, and the background of Anna’s Parasol.

She stood and placed the opened parasol on the table in front of her seat. Within 20 minutes, she had covered the major points, including a brief history of the parasol, finishing as the food was being served. She sat as Monsieur Bodin noted: “Excellent! Shaymaa. Let’s begin by enjoying this meal as each of my colleagues takes a turn to provide their individual perspective of what you have presented. My management style is to be openly inclusive and each of these individuals can deliver points that are important to consider”, and so they started. The first three presented their individual marketing thoughts as to male vs. female relative to beach attire. There was some conflict as to the brilliancy of the colors of her wares, but all agreed to the styles AND the fine material that Ahmed could deliver. The fourth individual was the Head of Human Resources, and directly stated, having first received a nod from Monsieur Bodin: “To be open here Shaymaa, we are willing to take on your line exclusively. And if you are agreeable to such an arrangement, then we require YOU to be part of our team to first bring these wares to the Rivera and then expand through Southern France, and eventually into Paris. Monsieur Bodin and I have already discussed what may make sense given his knowledge of YOU, your brother’s venture, and your wares. He asked me to make the final decision, AND, my decision is that Galeries Lafayette will form a unique, separate marketing division titled Anna’s Parasol for your styles …. And, we want you to head that as well as your brother to handle manufacturing. This may include expanding to France’s holdings in the Caribbean, and possibly elsewhere in beach communities in Indonesia and elsewhere.” Shaymaa restrained her extreme excitement for once, and simply said: “Interesting… pause … I would like another glass of the Rhone s’il te plait.” The French were amused by her professional, but fake, subtleness.

The wine was provided. Shaymaa paused and then swirled the glass. “I do believe that this wine is as complex and astounding as your offer.” Holding up the glass to the light, she then took a serious sip having sensed its nose. The others held up their glasses and turned to her taking their sips in unison. In Paris this was a contract respected as nearly valid as a verbal or written agreement. Shaymaa placed the glass on the table in front of her. “Please understand that while I am my brother’s marketing consultant, I must first gain his agreement.” “Understood” said Monsieur Bodin. “I ask that you respond within 2 weeks to start building the summer marketing campaign including our making a multitude of duplicate parasols as I mention in Reims. The capital funding to begin manufacturing will be provided by Galeries Lafayette, I also should mention that along with a salary, which I trust you will find suitable as a Department Executive for Galeries Lafayette, you will be provided with a most-suitable apartment in Marais with access to our executive apartments in Nice and elsewhere for your personal and business purposes. Our customers expect the best from us as to products and service, and we provide our executives with the best accommodations to so deliver. Now for dessert.”

The plates were removed by the service staff as the conversation shifted to her impressions of Paris and French culture in general. Shaymaa lightly introduced her visit to Ribeauvillé and her immense enjoyment of the Fiddler’s Parade without any mention of Louis. During her conversation, she and others were presented with a warmed Tart Tatin avec la crème glacée from the gourmet shop in the store’s basement.

Apologizing for his departure due to other commitments, Monsieur Bodin turned to her and said: “My wife and I are having a dinner party on Saturday at Brasserie Gallopin near the Bourse in the Opera Qtr. for several of our most important clients and merchants. We have reserved the second floor in this finest example of a traditional French establishment. I would be honored to have you and your brother attend. If you are willing, then my secretary will provide the details. Au revoir Madame.” Shaymaa stood, and again extended her hand. “Merci beaucoup Monsieur for your hospitality and willingness to consider and include what we have to offer to the customers of Galeries Lafayette. This is going to be very exciting and profitable for both of us. I look forward to Saturday night. Au revoir!.” With that he exited the dining room along with his colleagues, and she sat down to finish the extraordinary tart tatin. Within several minutes, she gathered up her materials and exited the dining room to obtain the necessary information regarding the engagement Saturday night from the secretary. She had not yet considered how her brother would receive the news of the exclusivity with Galeries Lafayette … and to a lessor extent the proper dealing with Sarah whose openness and generosity had provided the initial entrance into France. This French woman had selflessly opened the doors for the Muslim Ahmed. This was a valuable lesson for Shaymaa in that her career would continue in dealing with individuals of different religions and citizenships.

8. A Plethora of Parasols

As addressed in the previous segments, Shaymaa had been through so much since coming to Paris to assist her brother Ahmed in establishing a market for their wares, both clothing and parasols. She was settling into the Paris life, but with her own desires as to socializing and dressing in a casual style that she had assumed in her international positions after leaving Egypt. Being a striking Nubian woman, and a Coptic Christian, she carried herself uninhibited from the constraints and criticism that existed only with the regimented Muslims in her native country. Now, given her meeting with Monsieur Bodin, the Chairman of Galleries Lafayette, regarding a business venture with Anna's Parasol , she had to shift into full business mode.

True to Monsieur Bodin's word, it was only 2 months until a corner portion of the first floor of the store in Paris was dedicated to Anna' Parasols. At first, Shaymaa thought that she was only to have a 'pop-up' kiosk on the sidewalk adjacent to the store. But Monsieur Bodin had the desire to have her space inside on the left side of Long Champ's space. He had extended plans for this young woman and her wares beyond Paris should her clothing designs and parasols be acceptable to the Parisians at least. The choice of her space's location was purposeful on Monsieur Bodin's part. Long Champ's space was arguably the most visited of all portions of the store given so many Asian tourists looking for bargains compared to the prices in their own countries. From late morning on, there were long lines waiting to be permitted to enter the space based upon availability. This meant so many shoppers would be in line directly outside of Anna's Parasols resulting in a great deal of attention to its offerings. He was proven right as sales of Shaymaa's offerings increased steadily.

For the first month she spent extensive time in the store training the staff on both the products and the unique means of creation and production in West Africa. Each of the salesladies was selected based upon her ability to wear the clothing in a stylish manner. This included an Asian, several French beauties, as well as two older ladies that could display the flowing gowns with flair.

Training included the use of proper sales techniques based upon her perspectives strongly influenced from her extensive international travels ... as well as her Coptic Christian beliefs. Importantly, the unique flowing designs of the clothing, as well as the extrordinary parasols, were very well priced compared to traditional and trendy Parisian fashions.

At first, only the Asian buyers were visiting Anna's Parasol, but soon the designs of the free flowing garments were starting to be noticed by both the French and European/U.S. tourists. Three weeks after opening, the store received a write-up in Paris' daily, Le Parisian, including pictures of both the enchanting garments and the extraordinary parasols. It was only several days later that France 24, a popular Paris TV station, did an in-store interview with Shaymaa for an evening broadcast. Shaymaa's bronze Nubian beauty and her accent could not be ignored by all classes of Paris's society. Easter was approaching and Shaymaa spun not just the unique, very-affordable clothing, but also the multitude of parasols - an absolute must for any young female for the holiday. Subsequently, Monsieur Bodin, with Shaymaa's agreement, released a string of commercials promoting a "revolutionary shift" in Parisian clothing styles in lieu of the faux-evolutionary cycle every 10-15 years by the traditional Parisian designers.

Within 6 months after opening, Anna's Parasols was turning over its inventory every month. This was a phenomenal record compared to the boutiques that are normally aligned with seasons. The store was a great success by any appropriate standard.

Beginning with the fall, Shaymaa noticed a significant shift in the clientele from Asian to Parisian. While the garment sales were increasing at a fairly steady rate, the purchasing of the less-vibrant parasols was falling off somewhat. Hence, she began to review the purchase of parasols as to the type of buyer and the popularity of each of the plethora of designs. Afterall, the receivers of the parasols were not the purchasers, but rather young females. Hence, Shaymaa approached Monsieur Bodin with an idea to present a 'Cloud of Parasols' in the alley between the two major buildings of Galleries Lafayette. He was amazed at the idea, and agreed to it. Within a week the installation was made and received great coverage by the media. The increase in the sales of parasols was immediate.

It was in mid-October that Monsieur Bodin entered Anna's Parasols with a specific point in mind. He frequently walked casually through the space as his normal method of overseeing Galleries Lafayette's operations. But, this time he sought out Shaymaa. Given her tall stature, she was easy to spot amongst the crowd there at Noon. With the expected la biss, he took both of Shaymaa's hands in his and said that he wanted to have lunch with her in the Gourmet section of the store in the basement. When they entered the Gourmet section, they were seated at a private booth separated from the crowd. Waiting for them were two additional individuals. Madame. Longet, VP, Human Resources, and Monsieur Constatine, VP of Operations. Monsieur Bodin made the introductions followed immediately by the sharing of the pre-opened bottle of the Perrier Joulet Fleur Champagne. Madame Longet carefully filled the 4 flutes along their tilted side and simply said "To Madame Shaymaa and the success of Anna's Parasol!." Shaymaa tipped her flute slightly in recognition of the toast and looked directly at Monsieur Bodin as she took her first taste of the extraordinary Champagne. With a pause after the toast, Monsieur Bodin continued. "Shaymaa, the success of Anna's Parasol, especially given your extraordinary marketing, has even surpassed my expectations ... pause.... And I have made a decision that I hope you will appreciate and accept my proposal which is two-fold. First, I wish to incorporate Anna's Parasol spaces into all of our stores across France." Shaymaa's eyes opened widely with an expression of complete surprise. She continued to look at Monsieur Bodin without responding. Monsieur Bodin continued "The 3 of us (nodding sightly toward Madame Longet and Monsieur Constatine) agree that you should be on the Board of Galleries Lafayette. We believe that Anna's Parasol can be a significant part of this store's future, and that your insight as a Board Member is critical for our success. Will you accept this position>" With that said, Monsieur sat back in his chair and waited for Shaymaa's response.

9. A Peace Offering

It was a drizzly day in Paris, and Claude was on a mission. It was the 50th anniversary of his marriage to Annette, and he was looking for a present at Galleries Lafayette that would remind the two of them of their romance at the beginning of their relationship.

BACKGROUND - 51 years prior: Claude was a driver on the Paris Metro and with little surplus-expendable funds. Hence, he courted Annette normally via picnics at the various parks and occasionally cinema near the Odeon Metro station. Often the two would end their date with a kir royal each at the La Fontaine Rue Michel Brasserie in sight of Notre Dame before he walked her to the Metro station there for her to return to her parents house in the Opera Qtr. Claude resided in the Marias with another driver in a small apartment near the numerous art galleries there.

On Sundays in the evenings, they would meet at the Brasserie for a verre Chardonnay and then onto the adjacent Latin Quarter for Bohemian-style foods. Following their meal, they would stroll the short distance to Blvd. Saint-Michel to sit near the Fontaine Saint-Michel where street musicians were performing. With persistent urging from Annette, the 2 would dance to the traditional French tunes when played. Annette was indeed a gracious dancer with the most enticing swing of her body that managed to make Claude look like he had rhythm and moves; he didn't. Annette found his willingness to dance to be very endearing and a very good sign of his compatability. One Sunday well into their courtship, they sat on a bench facing the fountain. Very near to them, an elderly couple was sitting and occasionally dancing in such a effortless fashion that comes with a history of loving experiences together. It was not clear how the argument started, but Annette stood up suddenly and walked away from Claude heading for the Metro station across the Blvd. Her hands were to her face in grief as she dashed across the street and disappeared into the Metro's entrance. Claude remained sitting with his face lowered. The elderly couple seeing this display, turned to each other with Madame whispering to Monsieur "Ah, the young, how they suffer foolishly." With that, Madame stood and approached Claude with her closed parasol in hand. She touched him on the shoulder, and he suddenly turned to face her, most likely hoping that Annette had returned. Madame started: "My husband and I noticed the situation between yourself and Mademoiselle." Claude quickly sparked: "Annette is crazy and just too sensitive!" Madame paused and then continued: "My husband and I readily recognized the occurrences of young lovers in that we had a number of similar situations in our youth. I expect that what just happened between you two is an adjustment that is needed occasionally to be made in understanding and accepting each other in the love you two share." Claude was not fully in sync with what Madame was saying. Madame continued: "If you are willing young man, I wish to give you this beautiful parasol as a peace offering to your mademoiselle from you. It is not important that she knows how you came about it." She paused. "When my husband and I were courting, as you are, I walked away from him in this very place over some argument of which I don't even remember the details. As I am doing now, a women had approached him and offered this very parasol for his use to woo me back. The next day, my to-be-husband arrived at my apartment with a bouquet and this beautiful laced parasol. For us, the parasol became a sign of peace and the love between us that remained throughout our marriage and brought out on our wedding anniversaries.... along with a bottle of fine champagne" Claude clicked into the conversation and thanked her. (Actually, Madame had made up this story on the spot to provide an explanation that Claude would accept as 'logical' for his sense of 'manliness'. In truth, the couple had just found the parasol accidently abandoned in a Metro station that evening.) Madame already had 3 parasols that Monsieur had purchased over the years, and she thought this ploy might be valuable for the young couple. Madame bent over closer to Claude and said: "Don't be foolish Monsieur by wasting this precious time with your Love on an argument. Take this parasol and a bouquet to her tomorrow." With a la bise she returned to her husband, and they walked away towards the Latin Quarter.

The next day Claude met Annette at a Metro station near her parent's home. Awkwardly, he presented both a bouquet and the parasol to her. She responded with tears in her eyes as she held him tightly in her arms. They were married in 2 months.

PRESENT: During the 5 decades of marriage, the laced parasol had suffered in substance and structure. It had been tucked in a corner of the second bedroom closet in their house. Its importance in their courtship had seemingly faded from their memory. It was only the previous day to his trip to Galleries Lafayette that Claude had seen it tucked in the corner of the closet when he was looking for his suitcase for a trip to Alsace that he was planning for the two of them as a surprise anniversary present. Seeing the parasol wrapped only partially in brown paper, he had a flashback to that time when the Madame had given the parasol to him. Suddenly, he had a thought which took him out that drizzly day. He wanted to purchase a new parasol that he would offer as a gift for the two of them on their trip. His thought was not that Annette needed a parasol, but that they would take it with them when they still visited Fontene Saint-Michel on occasional Sundays to continue dancing to the live music there. He would explain to Annette the actual story of the parasol 5 decades ago, and that they may find a young couple to which they could offer the parasol - as had Madame. If nothing else, Claude is a very sentimental soul. So, on that drizzly day he entered Galleries Lafayette looking for a parasol.

He had seen some of the media reports regarding Anna's Parasol, and headed directly to that corner of the store. Indeed, the space was very crowded with shoppers, but it was not possible to avoid the presence of Shaymaa there. He introduced himself to Shaymaa and asked if he could see some laced parasols. Shaymaa was somewhat surprised as to this elderly Monsieur requesting such an item, but escorted him to that portion of the space that had such a selection. It was clear to Shaymaa that the Monsieur had no particular design in mind, so she made several suggestions. The second one she showed him was selected. He paid with Euros and it was wrapped in a most exquisite way.

Now in Ribeauvillé having dinner at Au Relais des Menetriers, Claude was anxious to provide Annette with his prized anniversary present. After the dinner that he had especially ordered several days earlier, a particular dessert would be served that was Annette's favorite when they were courting. The selection of shish kabobs was a more exquisite version of the meal they had enjoyed in the Latin Quarter that fateful night. At the same time of Ille Flontant being delivered to their table, the wrapped parasol was delivered by the Maître D. Claude had managed to conceal the parasol in his garment bag during the train trip and then deliver it earlier to the restaurant for their dinner that evening when he made the excuse to go to the Tabac to purchase some cigarettes.

Upon unwrapping the present, Annette looked at Claude with surprise as she dealt with the ribbons. Once she saw it, she wasn't sure what to say. After all, this was their 50th anniversary. Claude reached over and took both of Annette's hands in his and said: "My LOVE, I have a confession to make." He explained how he had received the original parasol and that the offering of the bouquet and laced parasol was not his idea. He explained that they had the 'responsibility' to offer this parasol to a young couple having an argument when they went to the Fountane Saint-Michel for dancing. (To be sure, young French couples are frequently arguing in public.) In time, Claude had become quite the eloquent dance partner for Annette.

Upon returning to Paris several days later, Annette placed the laced parasol near the fire place below the marriage license mounted on the wall to await their outing to the fountain.

10. Celebration

With the forthcoming national holidays of La Gete de ia Victoire (Victory Day) in May, followed in July by Bastille Day, Shaymaa had a major marketing ploy in mind to have designed, produced and distributed a large quantity of red/white/blue colored parasols for those celebrations Her plans included not only Paris, but also several other major Galeries Lafayette in Nice, Lyon, Bordeaux, Marseille, and Nantes. There also are the internet sales that had to be considered. How many to order became a major decision given her proven record to minimize the cost of unsold inventory against the unknown markets in the other locations. For assistance, she approached Monsieur Constantine that she first at lunch with Monsieur Bodin and Madame Longet, when she was offered the Board position. She didn't want umbrellas, but rather the more elegant parasols. Everyone had umbrellas, but no one had silk parasols that could be part of the celebrations for national holidays that presented one's pride as an French citizen. Her plan was to make 'Patriotic Parasols' as part of the special garb that French wore during the celebrations for those two holidays. And, she wanted the parasols to be made of silk thinking that she would market them as family heirlooms to be passed on through generations.

For her parasol designs she decided to take a new approach. Until that time she had exclusively relied on Ahmed's sources in West Africa for both clothing and parasols. While their creativity and craftsmanship were extraordinary, she wanted an authentic French perspective for the parasols. Her first possible contractor was in Bordeaux. That company was recommended by a product manager in Galleries Lafayette. However, the first suggestion for a parasol was too obvious and disappointing. Leaning of the amazing history of Lyon and its silk houses that goes back centuries, Shaymaa took the train to Lyon to visit several of the better known silk houses. Instead of going to their facilities directly, she established a number visitation times at one of Lyon's chic food locations, Food Traboule, with its casual, but trendy, food court and open kitchens. With her Galleries Lafayette credentials, she was able to secure a private meeting room attached to the court.

NOTE: In addition to its silk industry, Lyon is still considered by many to be the gastronomic capital of the world since being first proclaimed in 1935 by Michelin's first food critic, Cumonsky.

She had (5) 50-minute meetings scheduled between 11 a.m. and 4 p.m. She purposely chose a single point for her meetings so that there would be some notice of the numerous houses she was interviewing; nothing wrong with establishing a sense of competition at this initial point. For each meeting, she first introduced herself with her expanded position in Galleries Lafayette both as to stores and the Board position. Next, she introduce samples of her wares, recognizing that the quality of the silk she showed was very good but still inferior to the products of Lyon - BUT, more affordable for the French populace. Once questions were asked and answered, she requested that any house interested in this parasol market would need to submit at least 5 designs on paper within 10 days, as well as the cost of a quantity of 10,000 and a committed delivery schedule once an order was received. She pressed the point that she was shooting for at least 3000 by Victory Day and the remaining 7000 by Bastille Day. She noted that houses could join, and/or add manufacturers, in a common bid if it made sense to meet her delivery requirements. Lastly she stated that the winning contractor(s) would receive a 40% payment immediately to begin production. She knew that this was an extraordinary offer for typical business contracts. On this point she had not checked with Monsieur Bodin, but she felt confident that this was fair to all. She expected no exception given the reputation of the houses she was considering. He had yet to place any constraints on this Madame's business practices. It turned out that the 40% payment was her first major mistake in her position at Galleries Lafayette.

Shaymaa did not have the experience with or the understanding of the constraints expected of her including the level of financial commitments she was making in the store's name. Until this point, her substantial sales and quick turnover in inventory had not placed challenges to the store's strict financial controls. But this potential order of 10,000 designer parasols was a different situation. That is, Galleries Lafayette's financials are aligned with seasons, and do not include particular holidays with the exception of saison de Noel. As such, each department has budgets for labor, inventory, and advertising. These budgets have been fine-tuned over the decades of the store's existence. Even the cyclic changes in fashions have been studied and extrapolated as to timing. Additionally, each store has its own variations in budgets due to its location's particular characteristics, most notably the store in Nice with its Rivera market.

In 3 weeks a courier arrived at Shaymaa's space in Paris to deliver a large leather portfolio. It was from L'Atelier de Soiere, one of the prime silk houses that met with her in Lyon. When Shaymaa opened it she was amazed to find not only 10 designs of parasols on paper, but also samples of several extraordinary silk patterns for her consideration. Each design and sample was a rich blending of red, blue, and white designs, both abstract and geometrical. However, there was no listing of prices or commitments as to deliveries. What was included was a letter, penned on a fine silk no less, of the interest of Madame Collier, the house's owner, to meet with her in Paris within the next week. Shaymaa had decided to not discuss neither her marketing plan or pursuit with Monsieur Bodin until she had the first estimate as to costs. Hence, she was anxious to meet with Madame Collier.

The next Tuesday, Shaymaa and Madame met for dinner at a very traditional French restaurant, Brasserie Gallopin (Shaymaa's favorite), near the Bourse. Shaymaa wore one of the more fanciful, cotton dresses in her shop and brought with her the original Anna's parasol. Madame was already there, and it was clear to Shaymaa who she was by her extraordinary silk gown and scarf. Shaymaa initiated the introduction given Madame's age and they were seated at a table in the back dining room primarily reserved for Parisians, unknown to tourists. It was clear to Shaymaa that Madame was somewhat surprised to be interacting with such a young, non-French woman representing Galleries Lafayette. At first, Madame was rather formal in their conversation, but she soon realized that this young woman knew her business as the conversation continued from casual discussions to more structured business points. Shaymaa, while anxious to hear the prices to be offered by Madame, avoided directly asking her. For Shaymaa, she saw this as a subtle means to control the conversation to her advantage.

Dinner of chateaubriand pour deux, with a marchand du vin sauce, along with broiled white asparagus had been delivered, and consumed casually as the conversation continued. They were on their second bottle of Chatneauneuf du Pape Rhone when Madame finally brought up the prices for 10,000 silk parasols permitting a mixed selection of the 10 prints that had been sent for Shaymaa's review. True to Madame's formal nature, she presented Shaymaa with an envelop with the offer inside. Casually, Shaymaa placed the envelope in her purse without opening it - again a control perspective, she believed. She said that she would review the offer in the morning. With that Madame asked for the le addition. Shaymaa thanked Madame for the dinner and the offer, and then offered to pay for glasses of champagne. Madame stated that she had to catch a train back to Lyon in 30 minutes and therefore must depart.

Back in her apartment, Shaymaa was a bit nervous about reviewing the offer given what would be clearly a very great amount. She was correct in that the offer simply presented the amount of €1,500,000. It was at this point that Shaymaa truly realized that she had gone too far without consulting with Monsieur Bodin. She called Ahmed for his usually comforting thoughts. Listening to her as to what had happened over dinner, the price, and her lack of involving Monsieur Bodin up to that point, Ahmed could hear the panic in her voice. As in his normal straightforward way he said: "Sister, you are now in the big leagues and you have you made your first thrust to handle your amazing responsibilities. You need to meet immediately with Monsieur Bodin with your plan and explain honestly what you have done up until now. Keep in mind, you HAVE NOT, made any actual commitments as to quantity or up-front payment. Galleries Lafayette is not legally committed at this point. With your explanation, you will ask that you be assigned a business manager for your activities from this point forward for amounts of over .... say ... €100,000. I know he will understand and will likely be pleased with your marketing plan for "Patriotic Parasols". Shaymaa slept uneasily that night. She thought about pursuing the other silk houses to encourage their offers. NONETHELESS, she had to get to Monsieur Bodin immediately.

The next morning she called Monsieur's personal assistant requesting a meeting at his convenience. When asked, she said it was about a very interesting marketing campaign that she was considering. A meeting was scheduled for 1 that afternoon. She dressed in a formal business attire for this meeting. Her long hair was swirled on her head with a conservative business suit, open blouse at the neck and replacing a tie with a silk scarf over her left shoulder. She had never looked older than now. This was her test of a presentation as a young executive, and she was very nervous at first. But, she had worked out the profit margin for the 10,000 parasols based upon what the she believed the product could deliver in revenue It was at least €1,000,000 given the quality of the product she wanted to purchase.

Monsieur Bodin prided himself on bringing unique talent onto the management team, and Shaymaa had been his favorite in recent years. Hence, he was looking forward to hear about Shaymaa's new marketing plans, as his personal assistant had informed him. Shaymaa was introduced into his office and was offered a chair at the table there where the staff would sit. The assistant asked if she wanted something to drink, and she said "No, s'il vous plait". Monsieur Bodin then entered from another room and provided an la biss before sitting down across from her. "I love your outfit Shaymaa", he said with his kind smile. "What's up", a phrase that he had heard in an American movie the night before. He spoke in English with her knowing that she was uncomfortable in her French when details were being discussed. Shaymaa followed her brother's advice and was straightforward in presentation of how she had pursued this new market of "Patriotic Parasols". He listened without comment until she got to the closure of an €1,500,000 investment with a net profit to likely exceed €1,000,000. All he said at that point was "Hmmmmmm" without indicating satisfaction or displeasure. She quickly followed with her request to have the assignment of a business manager for purchases over €100,000. Monsieur Bodin got up from his chair and went over to her and placed both of his hands on her shoulders "Shaymaa, I actually underestimated your marketing skills. Indeed you went too far on this effort without my involvement, but you recognize that now. I truly trust your judgment .... subject to my review. .... Congratulations, Shaymaa you are doing very well, and you have my approval to proceed with your bidding for contracts for the entire 10,000 parasols. Once you have closed the deal(s) with the suppliers, we will celebrate your amazing efforts." With that, the meeting was over and Shaymaa left very light of foot.

11. Heirloom

Victory Day was 3 months away, and the marketing campaign for heirloom "Patriotic Parasols" was underway for only the Paris store; the Anna's Parasol spaces in the other locations were still not completed. Eleven weeks before the holiday, Shaymaa ordered a special selection of dresses from the West Africa suppliers that were to be designed in various patterns of blue, red, and to emphasize the flowing form of the clothes. The plan was that the saleswomen in Paris would be given such gowns to wear, not only during their work but also as they wished outside of work. Aligned with her Nubian heritage, Shaymaa would be wearing an unique, like-colored gown with her long hair wrapped in a matching headdress. In Paris the Cloud of Parasols in the alley between two stores had been replaced with streams of the 3 colors that presented a broad French flag.

She had significantly exceeded her advertising budget suggested by the assigned Business Manager. She explained to her that she saw these efforts as a 'standard' she was establishing for the store to promote both the parasols and clothing for national holidays. Clearly, she was challenging the store's financial principles given her passion in her marketing practices. While Monsieur Bodin was made aware of Shaymaa's activities, he did not intervene. He recognized that his permission to purchase 10,000 parasols for sales across the various stores and internet deserved exceptional considerations in making the best of this most unique campaign.

Having accepted the offer from L'Atelier de Soiere, the first shipment of 3,000 parasols had arrived from Lyon 4 weeks prior to Victory Day with the clothing from West Africa arriving 2 days later. Within 3 days, Anna's Parasol's space had been totally converted to the new campaign. A broad advertising spread was made in the major newspapers as well as promotions on several TV stations. Additionally, Shaymaa had been invited to be interviewed on several TV morning shows, which she accepted. The game was on.

On the Monday 3 weeks from the holiday weekend, the store opened with an extraordinary rush of shoppers at the corner where Anna's Parasol was located. Her sales personnel had been well trained by her in what she expected and how to efficiently deal with the expected crowd with several additional caissiers in the space. The store's Marketing Department had invited several of the local TV stations to be present for the opening. On his own, Monsieur Bodin had arranged for additional security to ensure that the expected crowds were properly managed. He had chosen several individuals to be specifically responsible for assisting elderly citizens as well as families with young children.

The day started and the crowds at first were substantial, but controllable. Security had been able to manage the excessive customers on the same basis that was done with Long Champ's space in the past, but with a significant exception. It was anticipated that there would be a number of elderly customers given the WWII association with the holiday. As such, these folks were directed to the exit end of the space where they could be provided entrance on a more frequent basis. Shaymaa had directed two of her added salespersons to visit these folks when in line with examples of parasols that they would see within the space. Often, this in-line exposure resulted in many sales without the elderly folks actually entering the space. These sales were done with mobile credit card devices with young persons hired to bring the merchandise to the customer outside of the space once paid for. Specially designed bags had been ordered for quickly wrapping the parasols for the customer to carry their purchase.

Towards the end of that first sales day, the lines of customers to enter the space had disappeared. The elderly customers had been gone since around 3 PM, and the primary customers were now the 30-40's females that were interested in the clothing and not the parasols. The sales constraint has now shifted to the availability of dressing rooms for the women to try on the clothing. Shaymaa had trained her salesladies to be highly complimentary, but suggestive, as to how best service the customers in making decisions. For the clients that were finding it difficult to make a decision, the salesladies were told to introduce Shaymaa into the situation that could provide excellent advice to the benefit of all to close the deal. Interestingly, the 2 facts that Shaymaa had both an extraordinary appearance as well as not being French, seemed to provide additional credibility to her recommendations (similar to those that speak the Queen's English when presenting points to Americans ).

At the price of €275-375 for a Patriotic Parasol, the marketing ploy of it becoming a heirloom was underway. Undoubtedly, the forthcoming Bastille Day would absolutely secure its position for generations in Parisian families. The other regions of France would have to be developed as well. Shaymaa was well up to the challenge. For her, the next area would be the Rivera via the store in Nice. The beach perspective was particularly interesting to her.

12: Unity

BACKGROUND:

On October 17, 1961 at least 200 Algerians in Paris were slaughtered by the police, many by drowning when thrown into the Seine. These Algerians, with the status of citizenship, were peacefully protesting discriminating practices by the French government stemming from the war between France and Algeria. This war that began in 1952 and then ended in 1962, resulted in Algeria's independence. This was a most damning statement about the French government that was not reported in the international press. The current President of France, Monsieur Emmanuel Macron, is making the first effort since the massacre to reconcile with Algeria and the Algerians people, (referred to as Pieds-Noir (dark feet)), across France. It's just coincidental that France's Presidential election is April 10-24, 2022.

Currently, there are over 1 million citizens of France with Algerian heritage with 800,000 Algerians living legally in France (30,000+ in Paris alone). The memory of that event has clearly festered over the decades since resulting in eruptions of anger over the decades. Hence, in the late Spring, 2021, it was announced that President Macron of France would oversee a commemoration on the 60th. anniversary of the tragedy on October 17.

The Story (truly fictional)

It was a month until Samila's 15th. Birthday, 3 days before the commemoratory service. She knew that her family would be 'peaceably' demonstrating their Algerian heritage on that day, but only within the tight Algerian neighborhood in Paris's 20th arrondissement. For the 'pure-French' Parisians, this arrondissement was considered to be the slums on the outer edge of Paris whose inhabitants were still not respected as to their true rights as citizens. The intention across the arrondissement was that the demonstrations would not go beyond its boundaries so as to minimize further conflict with the police. However, for several weeks there had been meetings by the Algerian youths there to discuss what else they could do to vent their anger regarding their inferior status as Parisians, as French citizens. Many of the youths were involved with the effort, but not all. The adults were not included in this activity for fear by the youth that the parents would not approve and attempt to squash.

Samila, a striking Algerian teen known by her community for her independence, did not participate in such planning. She was determined to come up with an alternative for the activities on that day that would demonstrate both her ancestry and her pride of being a French citizen. Her racing auburn+ hair and her style of dress was as enticing as it was revolutionary relative to the 'stylish' French teens. Her deep seated eyes emphasized her unique beauty compared to the trim facial features of the Parisian women. There was no looking away from her when engaged in conversation. Additionally, her body was not 'Parisian slim', but enticing as to its natural curves.

Samila had the unique status in her neighborhood of attending a prestigious private school in the Marais for which she had a full scholarship given her scores in national testing. In addition to her independence from the other youth with Algerian ancestry, her attendance at this school placed her aside from the others in the arrondissement for which she was not shy to display. Her social groups were not her neighbors, but rather the students in the school, especially Jacque, a blond, blue-eye male of 'natural' French heritage. Like Samila, Jacque was a very independent individual as to perspectives of life ... and science. In short, Jacque was a nerd in the minds of his classmates.

Samila and Jacque had begun their relationship in civics' class when the teacher began a series of lectures on the 1961 slaughter. The young teacher had presented an explanation of the tragedy that was significantly different than Samila's community had carried forward over the decades. Given her blunt personality, Samila raised a number of challenges to the teacher being the only individual of Algerian descent, but not the only Muslim. As such, her challenges were not readily accepted by most of the other students, including some snickering by the group of boys in the last row of the class. Jacque was not part of that group, but was not willing to come to Samila's. After one particularly aggressive day of Samila making her points seemingly uselessly, Jacque asked Samila to join him at a brasserie in the historical Place des Vosages just outside of the school. Normally, she would have rejected this advance, as innocent as it was, given the normal conflict between their individual cultures. But, she agreed. Samila still wished to push her points regarding the tragedy. She was still seeking acceptance about the massacre with anyone that would listen, and Jacque seemed willing to do so. He ordered a cafe creme, and she a mazagran (an Algerian sweetened coffee serve with ice).

She shared with him the intense feelings of anger and frustration of the Algerians in Paris, whether citizens or legal immigrants. The discrepancies in being treated fairly still existed to a great extent since the demonstration in 1961. Jacque was clearly not aware of many of the details that she provided. Jacque openly admitted that the Algerian stereotypes in 'proper' Parisian society held firm prejudices against the Algerians, referred to as Pieds-Noirs (dark feet).

Her presentation of points to Jacque had been intense, but straightforward. But, it was the time for the two to separate for both had responsibilities at their homes before dinner. Samila stood up quickly and placed her chair against the table. "I have one more thing to say to you Jacque ... and to all. I AM PROUD TO BE OF ALGERIAN DESCENT ..... BUT, I AM ALSO PROUD TO BE A FRENCH CITIZEN. Somehow, I wish to present that during the day of the commemoratory service." With that, she turned to walk away. Jacque quickly stood and lightly grabbed her right arm. "Samila, I will work on developing an idea regarding your desires which I will present to you tomorrow after school. That is, if you will join me here again." She tilted her head with a whimsical smile while brushing her long hair to one side. "That sounds very interesting. So! It's a date." Jacque sat back down as she left and leaned back in his chair casually looking up at the sky. Immediately, he had the solution for Samila. As she walked to Chatelet-Les Halles to catch the Metro home, she relaxed slowly releasing the intensity of the discussion in civics' class. She was starting to think more openly about Jacque given their conversation.

Once home she immediately began to prepare the dining room for dinner. She had 3 siblings, one younger sister and two older brothers, and the conversation at dinner was normally by the parents regarding the next day's activities. She knew that both of her brothers were part of the youth group that was planning some sort of demonstration during the commemoratory service, but she had no details. She also was sure that her parents had no idea of what was being planned by the youth. At first, she thought to dare not mention her meeting with Jacque given his social status. That evening her Mom had prepared a traditional dish of Tajin Zitoun (chicken with olives), a favorite of the entire family, but with a French Tart Tatin for desert. Samila took the entrance of the desert to make a bold statement for this family proud of its Algerian heritage. Unlike Algerian mores, she stood and tapped her glass with her spoon. "Mama and Papa, I wish to say something,." All stopped to listen to this sudden disruption. She paused and then continued somewhat nervously. "After school today, I had a mazagran with Jacque in my civics' class. It was my desire to express my frustrations with being both Algerian as to ancestry and yet a French citizen. I am very proud to be both ... pause ... It is my generation that has the opportunity to meld these two characteristics to find UNITY both in Paris and across the country. ... pause ... It is my desire to demonstrate this on the day of commentary service, just as this meal does." With that she sat down and finished her tart tatin without looking at anyone in particular. The two sons simply looked at each other with quizzical expressions. They knew better than to challenge Samila, especially in front of their parents who had consistently given free range to Samila to be herself. The parents, themselves, had already mellowed somewhat on the tragedy 6 decades previously and wished not to take exception with Samila.

The next day in school, Samila did not see Jacque until civics' class. She perceived that a number of the students were treating her differently than before her challenging of the teacher's 'facts' regarding the Algerian demonstration. Whether she perceived truly or not, Samila was even more emboldened to express her points about the massacre. Unfortunately, the teacher had intended to move on to other topics desiring no more interaction with Samila. However, before the teacher could proceed, Jacque raised his hand and was recognized by the teacher: "Yes Jacque, you wish to say something?" Jacque stood, which was not required, and turned to the class instead of facing the teacher. "Madame Perrier, is it not true that our President is now taking several steps to recognize the injustice of the French police, the French government, in handling the demonstration of 1961. Not only has he ordered the a memorial service in several weeks, but he has also established a commission to investigate the discrepancies that still exist today ... pause ... We the youth of this country have to buy into this NOW to ensure a lasting change to this country's discrimination practices. ... pause ,,.. Algerians lives matter, whether they be French citizens or not." With that he sat down with a number of the students looking at him in total surprise of this 'nerd' speaking out as he did.

The teacher was clearly in awe of these unexpected comments as well. She stood up from her desk and went around to its front. "Jacque, your points are excellent and indeed deserve our attention now. Do you have a suggestion how this class can represent the respect and 'unity" that you are suggesting.?" He stood again holding a carrying case at his side., "Madame Teacher, I will be meeting with Samila after school to develop a plan that we will present to the class tomorrow." The teacher turned to Samila, "Is that correct Samila?" Not having any idea of what Jacque was planning, she stood and said "Yes! Madame Teacher, Jacque and I have a plan that we will finalized after school today and presented tomorrow." The 2 sat down as the teacher raised her hands in the air as a sign of joy, "Tomorrow then, you two will have the ability to present your plan ... pause .... Now onto the ramifications of the Napoleonic war on the marketing of Champagne, Who can discuss the role of Madame Clicquot during this period?"

The class ended, and Samila and Jacque left together to go to the same brasserie as the day before. Once there, Jacque ordered a mazagran each for Samila and himself. Samila was pleased with this ever-so-slight sign of unity by a French man. "So! Jacque do you have an idea to demonstrate 'Unity" on October 16th, now that you have committed us two in front of the class? Without responding immediately, he left his chair and went behind Samila's, lightly touched her chin with both hands and tilting her head up. "That is my idea Samila." She had not noted the numerous parasols over the rue in their first meeting there. She didn't understand what Jacque was suggesting as he sat down and pulled a 'patriotic parasol' out of a carrying case. He had purchased the 'patriotic parasol' at Galleries Lafayette on his way home the night before. "Samila, it is my idea that members of our class, as well as a number of the youth from your community, will make a marching display carrying both the 'patriotic parasols' as well the Algerian flag aside the French flag. I mentioned this idea to my father last night, and he really bought into it, literally. In that he is part of President Marcon's cabinet, he is willing to purchase 20 'patriotic parasols' for those willing to march. He is also willing to use his influence with Monsieur Bodin, the CEO of Galleries Lafayette, to see if they will share in the expense to promote the 'patriotic parasols' substantially below cost to the Algerian community as well." Samila was aware of the 'patriotic parasols' as being promoted by Galleries Lafayette for Victory Day with even more emphasis for Bastille Day. Indeed, the concept was catching on in Parisian society, save the Algerian community up to that point,.

Samila was not totally accepting of Jacque's concepts at first. She knew well the deep prejudices that existed in her community that primarily resonated in the youth that had been endlessly told by their parents the story of the massacre. But then again, she thought, not all of the youth were as much rebels as were her brothers, With further thought, she believed that were a number of youth that were tired of the endless conflicts with the police at the 'drop-of-a-€' without any true meaning other than 6 decades-old hatred. In her heart, she wanted to buy into Jacque's idea. But, how could she proceed in her community to win support for the march? And, how could the two of them proceed with their class the next day?

Samila turned to face Jacque directly, and presented both of her hands to him to hold, which he did tenderly. "Jacque, I love your soul to seek unity between your people and mine, We are all citizens of France, and I truly seek such unity. My position is that you present your plan to the class tomorrow with me standing next to you. In return, you will join me in several days to present this plan to a representation of the youth in my community that I will bring together. I believe each of us have a great challenge to make this pursuit of unity happen ,,,, But, I LOVE IT, and my heart and soul are totally engaged." Jacque responded simply. "Thank you Samila, this will happen... and I LOVE IT as well." Samila was overwhelmed with what she had to do.

The Memorial Service took place as planned on October 17th. In the far corner of the area there was a group of youths carrying 'patriotic parasols' intermixed with other youths carrying the flags of Algeria and France. The service was seen across France via numerous TV stations. It was widely received as a positive effort to pursue UNITY.

13. Inclusion

Charlotte was making her first attempt at a lemon soufflé. This 16 year-old had offered to make dinner for her parent's 20th anniversary as her present for this celebration. The plat she had already prepared in the morning was the classic Coq au Vin for which she had used a recipe she found on the internet at www.americastestkitchen.com. She had been told by a classmate that the American recipe was foolproof. No one needed to know of this choice of a non-French recipe, she thought. She also prepared some carrots roasted with a blood orange glaze that were added to the completed Coq au Vin. The Coq au Vin was indeed excellent at her first tasting when it had cooled down. It only needed to be reheated in a skillet for serving. From the wine cabinet she had chosen a red Bordeaux for the recipe which was listed as being primarily malbec (unique for a Bordeaux) - one of her father's favorites. Indeed, that was an excellent choice given the richness of the result.

One of her challenges in preparing the meal was in finding blood oranges for the carrot glaze as well as Meyer lemons and fresh raspberries for the soufflé. She also decided that for the soufflé she would drizzle a raspberry sauce from which the seeds had been strained. These three items were to provide an accent to her preparations. While not a perfectionist, she did pride herself on her 'extra's and differences' in what she did, including her dress and activities compared to the other teens in her school. It was this distinction that led her to an unique experience when visiting Galleries Lafayette's to shop in the gourmet area in search of the three fruits.

Upon purchasing the fruits, she took the escalator up to the ground floor exiting in front of Anna's Parasol. At first she noticed the crowd in that section and was curious as to why. She had not seen all of the commercials and the TV spots regarding this location, including the marketing of 'patriotic parasols'. She entered the area looking at both the amazing flowing dresses and then the parasols that were now centered in the area, including those hanging from the high ceiling. A young French saleswoman approached her and asked if she could be of assistance. Charlotte said that we just looking, and then the saleswoman gave her a brochure on the parasols for her further consideration - just in case. Charlotte first looked at the brochure noticing one particular parasol. Casually she circled the parasol with her pen and then placed the brochure in her shopping bag. After several more minutes in the shop, she left to catch the Metro to her home. Once home she placed the bag of fruit on the kitchen counter to use the next day. By chance, the brochure had slipped from the bag when it fell over on the counter. Off to her room she went to do some more internet search on parasols. This 'difference' was now a new interest to her. She even called her closest friend, Martha, to get her opinion about this trend, as she had perceived it given her visit to Anna's Parasol. Martha's viewpoint was rather indifferent. But then again, Charlotte accepted that perspective as a balance against her moments of excitement.

The next morning, Charlotte's Mom came down to the kitchen early to prepare croque monsieurs for the family. This was a specialty that she did for certain celebrations, including anniversaries and birthdays. At first, she didn't notice the bag of fruit or the brochure that had slid out of the bag. While preparing the béchamel sauce for the croque monsieurs, she saw the brochure and the circled parasol. Knowing her daughter well, she expected that Charlotte was seriously interested in that parasol. She noted its description and item# and placed the brochure back into the bag. Since her early teens, her parents had included Charlotte in the celebration of their anniversary, including a present for her. Her mother now knew what she wanted to get Charlotte.

Dinnertime was approaching, and Charlotte had set the table with the linens and China normally used only for dinner guests. There was also a mass of 20 red candles of different heights in lead-crystal holders serving as a centerpiece. In between the candles there was a rolled paper tied with a red ribbon containing a poem that she had paraphrased from what she had found on the internet the night before. She would read it after the prayer at the beginning of dinner. Lastly, she lit the candles and randomly placed stems of thyme about on the table top that were left from what she had purchased for making the Coq au Vin. At 7, she called her parents to the front room from upstairs and asked them to take a seat as she was preparing a G&T for each of them and herself before dinner would be served. Music of Josephine Baker was playing softly on the CD, a favorite of her parents. Additionally, she served a board of cheeses and thinly sliced meats to enjoy with the drinks during the light catch-up conversation.

When it was time for dinner, all 3 entered the dining room. There was a hint of glee in her Mom's steps as they approached the table. Each setting had both a glass of water as well as a verre Bordeaux that, again, was her father's favorite. Once seated, her Father started with a prayer and then Charlotte unrolled the paper in the centerpiece. Without explanation she read the poem:

Who said love doesn’t have an address

It stays at my mom and dad’s place

Who said no one knows how love looks

It’s all over my mom and dad’s face

Happy anniversary to the couple

Who falls in love again and again

Without you both in my life

Everything would be in vain

Her Mom held up her wine glass to make a toast. "Mon cheri! Once again you have overwhelmed your parents. Bless you!" Charlotte sipped her wine and then went back to the kitchen to prepare the plats. She was a bit anxious about the next service,

With the Coq au Vin avec glaze carrots consumed, Charlotte stated that she had made a special desert for the evening. "Really?" her father stated as he poured more wine for each of them. Within minutes, Charlotte was back with the individual lemon soufflé servings.

Once all were done with the desert, Charlotte took the dishes to the kithen and then returned in several minutes with glasses of green chartreuse, avec glacons, for each of them as an apres-dinner compliment. While Charlotte had been gone, the Mom went to the library to obtain the present for Charlotte that she had hidden there earlier in the day after returning from Galleries Lafayette. The present was placed on the table in front of Charlotte's chair. Upon returning, Charlotte was clearly surprised with the present being there. She placed it on her lap as she sat down. She looked at her parents with puzzlement while excitingly pulling off the ribbons and wrapping.

It was not a 'patriotic parasol', but rather an exquisitely laced one particularly stylish as Charlotte would enjoy as a 'difference'. Her father spoke: "Charlotte, thank you so much for an extraordinary evening that we will never forget. This parasol will remind you in the years ahead of how we are so proud of you, and so happy that you are included in our life."

14. FUN

The months of July and August are the 'vacation months' across France with the beaches of the Rivera swarming with half-naked women and men in speedos. Tourists know better than to attempt to stay on the Rivera during those months, Even the Italians that enjoy the beaches of Villefrance sur Mer and Beaileau sur Mer don't wander from their own Rivera beaches. It was with this point in mind that Shaymaa held a discussion with Monsieur Bodin about moving forward with Anna's Parasol in the Galleries Lafayette in Nice and Cannes ahead of the other major locations across France. Her pitch was focused on a marketing campaign of selling larger laced parasols that could be used for beach umbrellas. She made it clear that this was not the market for the 'patriotic parasols' that was succeeding so well in Paris. This Rivera market required a new set of parasol designs made of wind-bearing material rather than the silk supply she was getting from Lyon. This meant a new capital investment program and marketing campaign for this "FUN" market. In her pitch she mentioned that there would also be a new design of beachwear stemming from the flowing clothes that were selling so well to the stylish Parisians. But, the first step was the marketing of Parasols. The beachwear would soon follow.

Monsieur Bodin was once again amazed with Shymaa and asked her to make a presentation to the Board at their monthly meeting the next Monday. She anticipated his request and was prepared for the presentation, including some drawings of both the parasols and beachwear that were aligned with this "FUN" market. She had already dealt with the business manager assigned to her to develop a financial plan. The opening statement for the presentation would be "FUN", as simple as that.

Her concepts in concert with her natural exuberance easily sold the Board. One of the Board members spoke up once the Board had reached its agreement to move forward and stated that she knew 2 suppliers that could be considered for the FUN parasols. With that said, the meeting was over and Shaymaa was underway for intensive work for the next month to make her plans happen.

In 2 days she took an AF flight to Nice to first check out the store there, and then onto Cannes by train. With her was a senior product manager, Robert, whom she expected to be very competent for the work she had in front of her. During their visit to each store, they scoped out the space that she desired as well as identifying a local lead who would represent her directly when she was not there. After a very long day, the two returned to Nice for the trip back to Paris the next day. After checking into their rooms in Nice around 6, Robert suggested that they go to one of his favorite restaurants in Villefrance sur Mer that was just a 10 minute taxi around the mountain, literally. She quickly agreed being both quite hungry as well as beginning to like Robert for his talents as well as his personality ... and physique. Indeed, Robert was 10 years her elder and not married and Shaymaa was very impressed with his casual, but thorough nature. Within 20 minutes they were seated outside of La Belle Etoile in Villefrance 2 streets up from the waterfront where the taxi dropped them. Tamarra, the wife of Emanuel, the chef/owner, recognized Robert and lead them to a table outside in the narrow alley bordering the restaurant. Robert recommended the fish plats on the simple principle stated by Emanual: "The fish on your plate tonight was swimming in the Med this morning."

After dinner, they had to walk to the Square to obtain a taxi home. But first, Robert suggested a wine at the bar attached to Hotel Welcome at the water edge. They sat at one of the tables on the edge of the waterfront with the lights from the far shore glistening on the water. With a local white wine ordered, Shaymaa suddenly removed her shoes and went to the lower lip of the street to dip her feet in the very refreshing (chilly) water. Robert was impressed with this spontaneous action and in several minutes joined her. He made several casual comments about the fish that would nibble at her feet when in the water. This caused her to giggle slightly for the first time in months as she leaned back with her hands on the step behind her, keeping her feet in the water. Robert got up and quickly returned with the glasses of wine left on the table. He made a toast "To all of the fishes in the sea. May they be attentive and kind to our feet." Shaymaa smiled, winked at Robert and drank thoroughly to this toast finishing her wine. Robert did the same, purely out of respect to her, and waved to the waiter saying: "Encore!, s'il te plait" Now onto their second glass of wine there, and considering the bottle of wine at dinner, Shaymaa had quite relaxed and stared up at the Moon partially hidden by the puffs of clouds as they drifted by. "I do miss my times as a youth in Aswan, Egypt sitting on the edge of the Nile in the evening with my parents when I was often asked about my dreams. Hic! By the way, did I tell you that I am Nubian?" Robert, held up his glass, "Shaymaa, I knew that you were Egyptian, but being Nubian explains your physical stature and beauty, if I may be honest with you. So Shaymaa, tell me, if you please, about some of those dreams as a youth." With another sip of wine, she said dreamingly: " I always thought that I would be strolling in Paris in the evening along the Seine ... without a camel in sight - as is so common on the dirt streets where I lived in the Nubian Village in Aswan. I really never like those beasts of burden. ... hic!

Robert decided to move on at that point. "Shaymaa, we should head back to our hotel in Nice, The taxi stand is just up the street 30m". He stood and then assisted in pulling Shaymaa to her feet. As he did so, her face came next to his with her lips on his cheek. Automatically, she kissed him there. Without hesitation, he placed his right hand on her back and pulled her closer for a kiss on both cheeks. He left €30 on the table, and they headed to the taxi stand. In 15 minutes, they were at their hotel in Nice. He paid the driver, got both room keys from the front desk and led Shaymaa to her room who was rather limp at this point. As he opened her door and handed her the key, he said "Bon nuit Shaymaa. I will meet you in the lobby tomorrow at 9 for petit-dejeuner." With a sudden movement, she turned her head to face him, reached up with both hands to gently hold his face and then kissed him passionately on the lips. "Bon nuit Monsieur" and she entered her room closing the door behind her. She headed directly for the bed and was asleep in minutes.

Robert was indeed taken by surprise by these actions of this woman that seemed to be untouchable in the few months that he had been around her in the store. So, maybe she was a bit tipsy, but still rational he thought. As he walked to his room for the night, he had an idea that he would suggest to her in the morning.

He was in the lobby at 8:45 in the morning. Shaymaa was already there sitting near a window facing the boulevard. As he approached her he watched her expression to see any hint of her thoughts regarding the previous night. She stood to receive him with the expected la biss by each of them. Nothing there, he thought. They both sat and the waiter came over to take their order of 2 café cremes and croissants. She started: "Robert, that restaurant last night was extraordinary ... and I loved sitting next to you at the water edge with our feet in the water. That was so charming for me as I discussed my childhood in Aswan. Thank you so much for listening." "Hmmmmm", he thought to himself. With that comment, he decided to present his idea from last night. "Shaymaa, I greatly enjoyed that as well. Actually, I would like to know more about this Nubian mademoiselle ... and I would like you to know more about me, if you are willing." "Go on Robert. What do you have in mind?" "OK, first of all, we had a very successful day in checking out the 2 stores, and I am not in any hurry to get back to Paris today." "Neither am I." she quickly interjected. He continued: "Great, let us take the train back to Paris. It will provide us with 6 hours of relaxation to discuss many things ... including perhaps some business issues of course." Remembering her actions the night before, she decided to come out of her shell at this point,. With a broad smile, she faced him and said: "Robert, may one of those things to discuss be about my kissing you? I do remember that Monsieur!" Laughing lightly, "Well! YES!, definitely that." Suddenly, she sat straight up in her chair looking directly at him. "Monsieur, I am disappointed in you" she said sarcastically. She so continued: "That's the BEST you can do?" He was clearly puzzled now. "Here it is Friday, and we are on the Rivera. I suggest we stay until Sunday and take the train back then. As a Board member, I have access to the store's suite here. And I brought my bathing suit - well at least the bottoms. Did you not notice the charming beach at Villefrance sur Mer?" She sat back in her chair waiting for his response. He was quite surprised at this offer. "Well Shaymaa, you ARE the boss. It would be insubordinate on my part to refuse your order." They both laughed as she placed both of her hands on the table for him to take in his. He did quite firmly looking at her in a very boyish way that she found to be very charming ,.. and exciting.

This was to be THEIR private FUN weekend

15. LA DI DA

La Di Da is a phrase that can be used in several ways. One use is another way of saying "whatever" in shrugging off some point or situation with which one does not wish to explore further. Another use is to refer to someone or matter that is pretentiously eloquent. It is this second use with which Shaymaa develops an additional product line for Anna's Parasols.

Robert and Shaymaa had enjoyed their weekend romp on the Rivera. There was no true sense of actual romanticism in this excursion at first. Rather each was letting themselves go by exhibiting NO restrictions relative to the other. Starting with Friday night, the two were exploring several of the outrageous night clubs in Nice. The freedom of their souls when dancing, flirting, and engaging others in meaningless conversation continued until they returned to the suite at 2am. At that point, Shaymaa opened a bottle of champagne that was in the suite's refrigerator. She popped the cork and poured 2 flutes for them to relax on 2 chaise lounges on the deck overlooking the Quai des Étatis-Unis. The moon was full and the waves in the Med provided streaks of reflected light as they broke on the shore. For Shaymaa this was the most relaxed she had felt since joining Galleries Lafayette. As they sat on the deck, there was no conversation between them as each was enjoying his/her own peace without the need to involve the other. This time was personal for each of them. In turn, they each fell asleep within a half hour.

Robert was the first to wake up at dawn with the rude whining sirens on the Blvd. He turned to face Shaymaa, and she was still soundly asleep. "My God, she is an enticing person." he said in a soft voice. He stood and went to the WC to relieve himself, and returned with another flute of champagne. Shaymaa was stirring slightly with a slight cooing. He decided not to disturb her and went to take a shower taking the champagne with him. In the shower he soaked himself for a long time with the water pulsating on his neck and shoulders to help rid him of a slight hangover. He finished and put on a robe that was available in the suite. Upon entering the bedroom to put on some clothes, he was surprised to see Shaymaa awake under the light comforter. "Well! Hello Mademoiselle." She stared at him for a moment and then "Monsieur, I think you are overdressed for joining me in bed." "You are so right, Boss." As he took off his robe, Shaymaa pulled the comforter back to offer a space for him beside her thereby revealing her beige satin Teddy that was extraordinary against her Mahogany shin. "Shaymaa,! Now you seem to be overdressed." Nothing else was said until they stirred from their romancing near Noon.

Robert sat up slowly after first gently lifting Shaymaa's head from his shoulder. She stirred slightly as she subconsciously moved to hold him more tightly. "Shaymaa, I am starving, and I know that each of us could benefit from some food." Shaymaa now sat up, and quite directly stated: "Monsieur, I first need another flute of champagne." "Of course Boss". She responded quickly and firmly. "NO more 'Boss'. You are my LOVER and I yours for now." She winked, and he left to return with 2 more filled flutes that finished the bottle. Handing her the flute, he stated; "So! We are LOVERS now? One cannot project such a serious status on a single instance, me thinks."

It was not until 2 in the afternoon that Shaymaa released herself from Robert's arms waking him. "Hey you!, what about that lunch? I REALLY need some food before you think that you need another instance" He laughed and rolled out on the other side of the bed. They showered together as he generously bathed her not missing a single part. In her turn, she was more imaginative by using her front to lather his front and back. They dressed and headed for Old Town for a street cafe for lunch. In doing so, they first passed through the open-air Farmers & Fish Market on the edge of Old Town. Robert noted that he was quite a chef in his own right, and he wanted to cook that evening. As they strolled the aisles, he spotted monkfish, one of his favorites given its mild, sweet flavor without a trace of fishiness. However, he knew he need not be careful with this vendor that he knew personally. There had been instances in this same market where puffer fish had been sold as monkfish with the former containing a potentially lethal toxin called tetrodotoxin, a toxin that is not destroyed by cooking. Robert chose confidently, but did not explain the issue to Shaymaa who was not familiar with the fish. He did explain that when properly boiled and basted with butter, that monkfish both tasted and resembled lobster tail. Shaymaa then interjected her skills stating that she would make the salad, which was to be a baby bok choy halved and covered with Gruyere slices on top of bacon pieces and slices of roasted red peppers. On top of the Gruyere there would be a drizzling of an even mixture of ketchup and mayonnaise. Lastly, each serving was broiled until the Gruyere browned and bubbled. While Shaymaa obtained several slices of bacon from the butcher in the market, Robert asked: "As an Egyptian, you eat pork?" She responded, "Robert, I am from Egypt, but I am Nubian and therefore a Coptic Christian." With all of the ingredients obtained, including an ice bag to keep the fish chilled, they headed for Old Town only beyond the square.

Once in Old Town, Robert suggested a particular street cafe known to him for both their Italian and French specialties. For Robert, he wanted a pasta dish and Shaymaa wanted her first taste of pigeon stuffed with a wild rice combo. She wanted to taste this delicacy in France and compare it to this very popular dish in Egypt. They finished their meal and a bottle of Rosé that was served with a bowl of 'glacons', which is traditional in the Rivera.

It was now 4:30 and little time to visit the shops in Old Town. There is one particular street to which Robert guided them given several excellent galleries that standout form the endless small shops of clothing, olives, meats, pharmacies, etc. There was one particular woman's dress shop that Robert thought that Shaymaa may appreciate. All of the clothes are made by the owner and are comfortably outrageous as to style and the wide mixture of materials - but only cotton. Shaymaa began a conversation with the owner, Madame Cavier, about the popularity of parasols that was the new wave in Paris as to 'patriotic parasols' and soon Nice/Cannes with the "FUN" perspective. Shaymaa then asked Madame to describe her market. The response was one phrase: La Di Da. Madame went on to say that she saw a need for the frivolous, pretentious visitors to Old Town. Her viewpoint was that such visitors/tourists are looking for something 'uniquely' French to take home to show to their friends/family as a remembrance of their trip. This insight would play on Shaymaa's mind until she returned to Paris, but not now with this time of personal freedom with Robert.

It was now 5:45, and both were anxious to return to the suite. Clearly there had not been enough rest to make up for the activities for the last 24 hours. Additionally, Shaymaa was interested in being served both food and in the bedroom by this Monsieur, in that order at this point. With produce in hand, they stopped first at a magasin de vin to obtain both a red Bordeaux and a white Burgundy for the evening. It was 15 minutes back to the suite. Once exiting Old Town, Robert suddenly took Shaymaa's left hand and twirled her into his arms. "This excellent trip together has been amazing. But, you have seen nothing yet until I prepare our meal for tonight." "Really, LOVER!, I will hold you to that." "Perhaps you are not aware, LOVER!, that I began my career with Galleries Lafayette as a Chef in the gourmet area, One of my many specialties you will experience tonight. But I warn you, you will first be blindfolded when I present the plat" She responded shyly, "Is this the only time I will have on a blinder Monsieur?" He laughed, pulling her in even closer to him.

Upon returning to the suite, the first point of order for Robert was opening another bottle of Champagne that was available in the suite. Shaymaa headed to the shower to rinse off the dust from the day. She returned to the kitchen in 15 minutes with her wet hair wrapped in a towel and a silk robe that clung tightly to her body. Robert was quite busy preparing the meal and didn't notice Shaymaa's presence at first. It was her exotic perfume, Dior Savage, that caught his attention. He turned to face her and dropped his tongs. Her silk robe accentuated the primary curves of her body that he had not really noticed during the previous evening, and not even in the shower. "Really! Shaymaa. Give me a break here I have to focus on the next several steps of this dinner." He broadly smiled as she released the tie that kept the robe closed. "I like that look LOVER." And with a kiss to each cheek, he rewrapped her and requested a refill of his Champagne flute. She replied, "Well! This better be a GREAT! meal if you are forgoing me right now," "It will be!" as he turned back to the stove top and swirling the monkfish in the sauté pan. "So, if you be so kind, get your contribution ready. I have turned on the broiler for your use."

The meal was accompanied by the white Bourgogne that Robert had obtained in Old Town. Once dinner was finished, Shaymaa noted that suite was cleaned by a maid, including the dishes. With that, the two went to the deck to relax as the clear sky over the Med turned from a light blue to a dark cobalt blue as the sun was swallowed by the Med. Their conversation remained light with a holding of hands across the chaise lounges. Shaymaa noted that they had not gone to the beach yet, especially the one at Villefrance sur Mer that would be much less crowded than the beaches of Nice. Robert noted that they had a train back to Paris at 3pm tomorrow and that they could most conveniently catch a cab in both directions at 10 in the morning for several hours.

After finishing the Bourgogne, they were both starting to slumber on the deck with hand holding being dropped unconsciously. At 10, the roaring of several cycles on the Blvd brought Robert back to awareness of where they were, and the time. He stood and awakened Shaymaa with a kiss on both cheeks and then the lips. "LOVER, it is time for bed." She awoke pulling him down to her. "I like that Robert. Please go ahead, I will meet you there in a few moments. I was dreaming about La Di Da designs for parasols, and I want to capture my thoughts while I can remember them." Robert didn't understand what she meant by La Di Da having not been part of the conversation at the dress shop in Old Town. But he stood and headed for the shower for a quick rinse before settling into the bed.

Shaymaa took more than a few minutes to join Robert in the bedroom. In fact, she first finished the Champagne an headed then to the bedroom. Robert was out, and Shaymaa dropped her silk robe and slid under the covers snuggling with Robert's back. He didn't even stir.

The next morning, Shaymaa woke at 8 without waking Robert. She called down to the front desk and ordered two croissants and café creme to be delivered to the suite. She put on her robe and headed to the deck to enjoy the morning sun rising over Mont Boron that separates Nice from Villefrance sur Mer. Within 10 minutes, her order had been delivered. Once the server departed, she went to wake Robert. He was just dressing at that point in his striped bathing suit and Madras shirt. "How cute is that?" she said to him as she placed her arms around him holding tightly to him. They kissed casually at first .... and then passionately as he attempted to remove her robe. "Not now! Robert, croissants and café creme await us on the deck. I desire us to get an early start to the beach at Villefrance. My mind is rushing with my thoughts about La Di Da parasols, and I need the refreshing waters of the Med to distract me for now." Robert smiled, "I have another distraction in mind. "Not Now!, I said LOVER. First the beach, and we will return soon enough to consider your 'distraction' before our train at 3 ... pause ... So, to the deck to enjoy our café & croissants and the rising sun, and I will explain briefly my La Di Da concept.

She explained the marketing concept that the owner of the dress shop in Old City that created the need for tourists to return to their home with something 'uniquely' French." With her explanation, he simply said. " I like that. Now, lets go to the beach. We can find food there I am sure to get us through lunch." Within minutes, Shaymaa put on her bikini bottoms and a loose silk garment that hung from her waist to match her loose blouse without a bra. This was the Rivera, and she was into the dress code. Within 25 minutes they arrived in Villefrance via taxi. They had taken 4 towels from the suite that they would use on the pebbly beach. Robert was aware of the roughness of the beach and bought 2 straw mats to lie on at a kiosk just outside of the beach entrance. The water was brisk at this time of year, but so inviting with the pale - to cobalt blue and green patches due to the vegetation on the bottom. Once the mats were laid on the pebbles, Shaymaa without hesitation took off her blouse and ran topless to the water's edge and dived in. Robert carefully took off his Madras shirt and folded it to place it on the mat. By this time Shaymaa was already 20 meters off shore heading for the flotation devices 100m off that marked the swimming border of the beach to keep boats from entering. Her hands were in the air as she shrieked her enjoyment to being in that most refreshing water. After several hours of going in and out of the water, Robert said that he was quite hungry. Just above their location on the beach was a cafe that served drinks and a brief selection of food items. They sat at a small table there to get served. He had the chevere chaud salad and Shaymaa the cantaloupe and prosciutto salad with a half-liter of rose for both that was served with a pot of glacons.

It was Noon when they finished their lunch. They gathered their towels on the beach and rolled up the straw mats which were disposed up at the street level for the use by others. With a brief walk along the sea wall, they caught a taxi back to the suite. Once there, they both dropped their clothes and showered to rid them selves of the salt residue from swimming. They had an hour before they needed to catch a taxi to the train station. At this point, Shaymaa was totally relaxed given the intensive romancing and the swimming in the Med. To be honest, Robert was a bit confused as to who this lady was. She was unlike any or his past relationships that were more conservative, more French. In short, he was concerned about going further with her other than an occasional relationship, as was his normal way. What he didn't understand was that Shaymaa was beyond who she thought she knew about herself. Given their individual awakenings as to what had taken place over the last 2 days, there was no further romantic involvent at that point. Instead, they both enjoyed some more time on the deck talking about their individual thoughts regarding various aspects of Galleries Lafayette management.

On the 5-hour train back to Paris, Shaymaa turned to Robert. "Cherie, for now we are no longer LOVERS given our individual professional responsibilities at Galleries Lafayette. Do you understand and agree?" "Yes! Shaymaa, I appreciate and accept your point .... So! How about dinner Tuesday night?", he said with a broad smile. "Looking forward to that Robert", as she grasped his thigh tightly and then his bulge with her left hand. He turned to face her kissing her passionately as his right had tightened on her left, upper thigh under her flowing dress.

This was the beginning for the continuance of romance and business in the lives of both Shaymaa and Robert, but not necessarily between those two exclusively. Time will tell.

16: Blending Cultures

Fresh back to work on Monday morning, Shaymaa had dressed in the most casual fashion yet since beginning her job with Galleries Lafayette. Her face had the 'first blush' of sun on her mahogany skin resulting from the few days in the Rivera. And there was no doubt by her employees that she had been through some sort of personality transition given the manner that she skirted around Anna's Parasol space. She wasn't as observant or particular as to what needed to be done in arranging the clothing and the parasols after a weekend of shopping by customers.

At her desk in her cramped office there was a note that Monsieur Bodin would like to meet with her for lunch in the Board Room in the Executive Offices at 1:00. There was just a brief message hand written by Monsieur Bodin stating, "Be yourself Shaymaa!" She knew that such a lunch in the Boardroom would include a number of executives and/or marketing personnel.

Shaymaa arrived 10 minutes early and was directed into the Board room. She was the first there and proceeded to review her sales data for the last month. Monsieur's message concerned her somewhat because she was always herself in her opinion. Within the next few minutes the other attendees were arriving that she recognized from the first, and only, Board meeting that she had attended. She had been wrong as to her assumption of attendees. It was a meeting with Board members, which she was also one, but only recently. She didn't know these individuals on a personal level yet. There were 3 men and 2 women that were quite comfortable between themselves as they were having conversations without including Shaymaa while waiting for Monsieur Bodin to arrive.

Upon the arrival of Monsieur Bodin, all took their chairs and remained silent at that point. Monsieur Bodin began: "Honorable Board members, I have called this impromptu meeting to discuss a subject that requires your attention and consideration. But, first let's drink a toast to our wonderful company, and its presence in the culture of France that we all cherish." This was Monsieur Bodin's opening salute in all Board meetings. Each Board member had a glass of their individually preferred wine in front of them to make the toast. Only the verre Bourgogne for Shaymaa had been assumed by the staff. With the toast made followed by applause, Monsieur Bodin began. "Madame's and Monsieur's, our culture is under pressure to change to meet the demands of the younger generations that are the future purchasing power. We need to adjust accordingly to sustain the commercial ... and cultural power of Galleries Lafayette in this evolving market." No one made a sound but listened intently with genuine interest in where Monsieur was heading with his thoughts. Monsieur Bodin continued: "You all have been briefly introduced to our newest Board member Shaymaa at her first Board meeting a number of weeks ago. Without any mention to her before now, I am now going to turn this meeting over to her to discuss where she sees a significant market for our commerce. ... Please Shaymaa, the podium is yours." Monsieur sat down.

Shaymaa was stunned and hesitated before standing and moving towards the podium with her marketing data that she had briefly reviewed before coming to the meeting. As she was taking her position, Monsieur Bodin interjected: "Shaymaa, I see you have brought your marketing statistics to review with us. BUT!, that is not what I am requesting of you at this time. I wish you to share your vision that I am sure has continuously expanded since first starting to work with us." She turned to him and saw his face enlightened in the same fashion as during their first dinner in Ribeauvillé. She specifically noted he said "WITH us" and not "FOR us". The difference was critical for her in pursuing a corporate career. At the podium, she placed her notes on the table in front of her and paused.

"Permit me to start with the point that I am so proud ... and privileged to be a member of this Board. I am greatly appreciative of the faith that Monsieur Bodin has demonstrated in me by bringing me into the company." With that Monsieur Bodin initiated another toast to her. It would become clear soon that Monsieur Bodin liked his frequent toasts in Board meetings. "With that said I wish to expand on what I presented several weeks ago as to the FUN campaign that followed the PATRIOTIC campaign around Victory Day. I am pleased to say that Anna's Parasol has taken off excellently from its first week. With Monsieur Bodin's support in capital funding, marketing, and store placement, Anna's Parasol has demonstrated an unprecedented Income/floor space return according to the budget manager assigned to me. BUT, that is OLD news."

"What I wish to talk about now is the FUTURE news as to how the store may consider moving forward." With this said, she moved to the side of the podium to stand openly in front of the Board. She quickly glanced at Monsieur Bodin who was smiling with a quick wink. "Colleagues, I believe we can tap into several movements in our culture at this time and expand and secure our future market in an unprecedented fashion, literally and functionally. I am referring to fashion that brings style, meaning, and ... even ... patriotic pride." She noticed that all were now facing her directly and listening. This was indeed an attentive Board as Robert and she had discussed on the way back to Paris on the train.

She now casually walked to the side of Boardroom opposite of the windows requiring all to turn their chairs to face her., and they did. She continued: "The initial sale of parasols and garments of a whimsical nature initially, and then followed with a PATRIOTIC and FUN theme demonstrates our ability to sway at least the young buyers in style and meaning." She paused again to let her point settle and accept any questions - there were none. She then continued: "I am now promoting a new, additional theme in the offerings of Anna's Parasols." She briefly described the La Di Da theme and its marketing thrust as she had been exposed to in Villefranche sur Mer. She paused again and walked back to the podium. The chairs and eyes followed.

"What I have just presented provides the basis for that which I now want to introduce." She turned to directly look at Monsieur Bodin. "I believe the following is aligned with Monsieur's Bodin calling this meeting with me at the Podium." Monsieur Bodin smiled and nodded his head subtly. She turned back to the group. "I am not French born and bred, but I am becoming a French citizen, and I am dedicated to what this Republic stands for as to independence, society, and culture. I have purposely chosen to be a French citizen. I am not turning against my Nubian heritage, but rather bringing some of its aspects to this country to provide additional nuances to this rich culture in my own way. Anna's Parasol has proven to be an excellent vehicle for that." Immediately Monsieur Bodin made a toast to Anna's Parasol, soon followed by the staff refilling the wine glasses for each individual.

"So! Colleagues that is my personal story here. BUT, I am not alone and nor is my story new to your country. There are millions of French citizens and non-citizens alike that are embracing France to complement their own heritage and visa versa. Algerians are the most prevalent as we all know, but not the only ones. President Macron's celebration on October 17 last honoring the Algerian population has handsomely opened the door for these individuals as a first sincere step in integrating them into the French community. Now, OUR store has the unique opportunity ahead of our competitors to take the first step forward towards the commercialization of our wares. I am NOT suggesting revolutionary changes in our marketing and offerings that could offend the 'traditional' French styles. Rather I am promoting evolutionary changes where our merchandise and marketing blends traditional styles with various cultural influences. What I am suggesting requires an additional breed, and not total replacement, of designers, suppliers, and buyers in all major areas including clothes, perfumes, furnishings, jewelry, gourmet, and YES! even wines." At this point she purposely stepped to the side of the podium as a suggestion that she was open to questions and comments. But none came. Clearly, several of the Board members were stirring in their seats and emptying their wine glasses to be quickly refreshed by the attending staff. Shaymaa went on for another 10 minutes describing her perspectives of some of the changes could include Galleries Lafayette's wares. Monsieur Bodin picked up the hesitancy of the Board members to deal with Shaymaa's comments and interrupted. "Shaymaa you have indeed excelled in getting our minds thinking. I think it is best that each of us take some time to think about what you have said and meet in 2 weeks to proceed further. So, if all of you will capture your individual thoughts and questions and submit them to me for consideration by Shaymaa before we meet in 2 weeks. To close the meeting, Monsieur Bodin made a final toast to new ventures.

It was 3:30 when Shaymaa returned to her office mentally exhausted. Each statement she made in the meeting was replaying in her mind, and she sat there with her chin in her hands. She knew this was a test by Monsieur Bodin as to her stamina. But, she was also confident that he would not have set her up with this impromptu presentation if he were not confident in her abilities to perform. WHY! No questions or comments from the attendees made her somewhat uncomfortable.

At 4:48 her cell sounded. It was Robert. At first she was not willing to take his call, but her flashback to the weekend prompted her elsewise. It had only been an hour or so since she left the meeting, but the word was out about the meeting with only sketchy details, nothing definitive. "Hello" she said mildly. " "Shaymaa, I know little of your Board meeting today, and I would like to share your evening with some wine and dinner. I'm thinking you may like to talk with someone about it. You can tell me what you think about the meeting, and I will be your confidential sounding board if you wish." She responded quickly, " You already know of the meeting? Hmmmmm!." "OK, I will meet you at Willi's wine bar at 5:45. YOU are buying Monsieur. Au revoir!" and she hung up.

17. Companionship

Shaymaa arrived promptly at Willi's Wine Bar at 5:45. Robert was already there with 2 Negron's at the ready. It was clear to Robert that Shaymaa's normal composure had been shaken. He stood as she approached him, and he immediately embraced her firmly but tenderly - as would be expected of a lover. They kissed on each cheek as the two sat with her dropping the purse mindlessly on the floor. She took a sip of her drink and turned to face Robert saying frantically "What have I done? I just told the Board that their 125 years of marketing to the traditional French populous has to change. This family owned business with 14,000 employees needs an additional breed of buyers and suppliers. How brash is that by this young Nubian woman? Other than Monsieur Bodin, the Board members really don't know me and are only aware of my short experience in pushing parasols and the most casual of clothing." She took another drink empting her glass. Before Robert could say anything, she continued. "I did say that I was not suggesting a revolution in our wares, but rather an evolution by integrating clothing, food, AND even wine to attract the increasing minorities in this country"

Before Shaymaa could continue with her downward diatribe, Robert interjected himself. "Whoa! Shaymaa. Stop for a moment and look at me." as his right hand raised her chin to face him. "So let me guess what took place. Monsieur Bodin, without forewarning, placed you in front of the Board to present your thoughts as to what the store could do in moving forward. Aaaaannnndddddd, knowing of your passion, you went full force on your thoughts as to the French markets given the cultural evolution via the masses of immigrants." Shaymaa continued to look at him directly nodding the affirmative. Robert continued: "Shaymaa, the recent re-election of Macron is proof positive of the intentions of the majority of French citizens. So, you are right on my colleague, my LOVE!" With that said, she placed her right hand on his left thigh squeezing it. It was at this moment that she felt a sense of companionship with this man that she had not felt before with any man.

Robert stood up and came around to Shaymaa's backside and placed his arms around her to hold her tightly. He moved slightly to her left side whispering in her ear: "Shaymaa you are remarkable and what our store needs to move forward. Monsieur Bodin clearly knows that." Robert took a long sip of his Negroni, paused, and then continued. "And, I clearly want to be part of your progress both professionally AND personally, NOW and in the FUTURE." Shaymaa turned to face him "What are you suggesting LOVE?" Robert smiled, "That should be obvious. But if not, then let us have dinner at Brasserie Gallopin to discuss further." With that, he finished his Negroni and paid l addition. They left the bar with his arm tenderly around her shoulder.' This type of touch was new to Shaymaa ... and would have been rejected a week previous.

The exquisite, classic Gallopin was only several blocks away, across from the Bourse where only established customers were seated in the rear parlor. Upon entering the brasserie, Robert was recognized, and the two were shown to a corner table in the rear parlor away from the kitchen doors - a place of distinction. Robert had surprised himself with his openness about his feelings for her, and wasn't sure how to continue the conversation he had thought about since returning from Nice. But her genuine response and touch had been very encouraging to him. So he began. "Shaymaa, I have really been taken by surprise in meeting a woman with your personal and business characteristics that I so admire." He smiled slightly tilting his face. "And ... your exceptional beauty, I must admit, that doesn't escape my eyes either Cherie. If you are willing to" Shaymaa interrupted him by placing a finger on his lips to silence him. She wasn't comfortable with where he was going, at least not yet. Or was she? She then said that she was starving and the day has been very challenging. I ask that you continue your thoughts after dinner." "Certainly!" and he ordered for both of them as the waiter had just arrived at their table. "Monsieur, we will start with a bottle of Joseph Drouhin Montrachet. For plats, Madame and I will share the Chateaubriand for two with Marchand de Vin sauce on the side. Additionally, bring us a double serving of Gratin Dauphinois. Glancing at Shaymaa, he continued, "Madame is quite hungry, so you can place the food order now, s'il te plaît. The waiter nodded and returned to the kitchen with the menus that were meant for them. The waiter was back in several minutes with the most unique slices of bread that were quite open in texture and well crusted. Shaymaa mentioned to the waiter that she also required some sel and buerre. Minutes later he was back with the salt, buerre, shortly followed by the Montrachet. The waiter pulled the cork and offered it to Robert after inspecting it first. Robert tasted a sample of the wine and nodded his acceptance to the waiter, who then 1/2 filled both glasses. Robert noted to the waiter that the wine was a bit too chilled, and a chiller was not yet required.

NOTE: To request both sel and buerre, as well as to state that the wine was too chilled was a bit offensive to the waiter. But he said nothing and would describe these insults with his partner later that night.

The two toasted this evening together, with Robert noting reservedly that he was both excited and nervous as to some feelings that he wanted to discuss with her. "Later Robert." She smiled slightly and said "The wine is excellent", as she requested more to be placed in her glass. He continued, "Shaymaa, one thing you may not yet know about me, even after or perhaps especially after this last weekend in Nice, is that I am a bit of a romantic. Once we have finished our meal, and if your are willing, I wish for us to walk to the Seine for the possibility of an experience that you are most likely not familiar with." She took his two hands in hers and stated that she had no idea what he was referring to, but that she was so willing to consider.

The conversation changed to reviewing the time they spent in Nice staying clearly away from business issues. The meal was soon presented as the two continued to reflect on some of their enjoyable experiences the previous weekend. With the meal completed, with no desert desired by either, l'addition was paid by Robert. The maître d'hotel wished the two a beautiful evening as they exited the Brasserie for the considerable walk to the Seine. Indeed it was a beautiful evening as again he placed his arm across her shoulder.

On their walk towards the Seine, Robert noted that he needed to make a short stop at Gedimat (an extraordinary hardware store). Once at Gedimat, he asked her to stay outside as he made the purchase. Within 5 minutes he was at her side with a small bag. They continued to the Seine arriving at the entrance to the Pont des Arts. Before crossing the pont, the two stopped. "Shaymaa, this is the Pont des Arts also known as the Bridge of Love Locks, as you will quickly notice looking across it. This bridge in particular has been used by 1000's of lovers to "secure" their relationship by personalizing a lock, attaching it to the bridge, and then throwing the key into the Seine." She gasped and said "Really?" Robert continued, "Yes Madame. In this bag I have both a lock and indelible marker that I purchased at Gedimat for you to consider as our act for my following declaration." He paused as he tenderly pulled Shaymaa into his arms. "Shaymaa, I am asking you now to accept my offer for us to be together as long as we both agree to do so." Shaymaa turned slightly to separate herself from him, and then turned back to embrace him. "Robert, what you ask is so new to me, never before have I been so involved as I feel for you, especially given the short time that we have known each other. I truly want our companionship as a couple, but I really don't know the extent that I am really willing to commit to at this point. There is so much going on with me right now as to my challenges with the store. You truly know my passion, and I truly adore that. But, I cannot yet accept what you request. I am so sorry. I require, and desire, much more time with us together." She held him closer and then stepped back holding both his hands in hers. "OK, here is my offer. Let me take the bag with me as your present for the evening with the understanding of what you are requesting. When I believe I have settled on myself and on us, we will revisit this Bridge of Love Locks to honestly complete the task that you have so romantically offered. That is, if you are still willing to do so." With that said she pulled him close to her again and passionately kissed him. "You are the Boss" he said with a smile. She quickly snapped, "I asked you before in Nice not to call me the Boss as she pinched his ass. They both laughed and headed back towards her room in the Opera Qtr.

To lighten the remainder of the evening, Shaymaa suggested that they stop again at Willi's for a nightcap. She had a new idea for the marketing of parasols. Once at the bar, she ordered two glasses of green Chartreuse, avec glacons. This was to be on her tab in that she was back into business mode, albeit with the bag of lock and marker in her purse. Once served at the bar, Shaymaa turned to face Robert. "LOVE, my involvement with you, and your offer, has sparked an idea, actually two - sort of, for the parasols, oddly enough.." "Please continue Shaymaa. You have my fullest attention." Shaymaa did so placing one hand on his left thigh. "What you have brought into my life is the reality of companionship." "Thank you Shaymaa, that is what I desire with you as well." Shaymaa continued, "OK, the first thought of companionship is to offer personalized parasols for lovers that one offers to the other as a demonstration of their union. Our supplier of silk parasols in Lyon can clearly provide given their silk screening talents that they are famous for. These could be one of a kind or perhaps a wide assortment of limited production to keep it 'special'. Each store would have a finite inventory of each to keep it seemingly special while providing a significant volume for the supplier to do the designs at a reasonable cost." Robert responded immediately "Wow! Fantastic! See why I am so impressed with you? And your second idea?" Shaymaa continued, "This one is perhaps a stretch as to companionship. But. its a version of the Patriotic Parasol that has done so well on Victory Day and Bastille Day. Again with the suppliers in Lyon, we market parasols that, in some fashion to be designed, provide a French theme that is blended with other themes such as other nationalities, religions, or civil rights, whatever." Robert was shaking his head slightly. "I really don't know about that idea yet. Some market research would certainly be required in the various geographical markets of France."

For each, the romantic feeling of the evening was over. In that Robert and Shaymaa resided in different arrondissements, Robert walked her to the closest Metro station where each went their own way, but not after very passionate hugs and kisses.

BTW, Those romantics looking to leave their permanent tokens of love in Paris may consider other alternatives, e.g., the Passerelle Léopold-Sédar Senghor, between the Musée D’Orsay and Jardin des Tuileries.

18. Divergence

Robert held back from calling Shaymaa once he reached his residence after the drinks at Willi's. He now knew her well enough to understand, and respect, where her mind was likely at that point. Clearly, he thought her mind was churning on the companionship perspective for the parasol market. He also figured that she would be expanding her thoughts to offer such-oriented clothing, without him having any idea of what that could be. Indeed, he was becoming increasingly attracted to her in all ways it seems. He had been down such a path before several years prior with a Swedish Madame, who also possessed an amazing number of characteristics that he now readily identified in Shaymaa. However, cracks started to appear within that relationship within 2 months. This Karin was also a strong personality with undying perseverance and uninhibited thoughts as Shaymaa. However, she had an openness about relationships, i.e., without exclusivity, that was not acceptable to him. This particular point was extremely important to him given his knowledge of the relationship of his mother and father and their relationships beyond the boundaries of their marriage. Shaymaa had not presented such thoughts ,,,, yet. So after several glasses of red Bordeaux, Robert took a quick rinse in the shower and went to bed with his phone near his pillow. He hoped that Shaymaa would call him that evening. She didn't.

Upon arriving at her apartment that evening, Shaymaa opened a bottle of rum and grabbed a liter of Coke out of the fridge. This combo had been a favorite in her travels before arriving in Paris. She wasn't ready to go to bed. She had so many thoughts running around in her head about companionship designs. She went to the breakfast table in front of the opened French Doors overlooking a popular street, Rue des Francs Bourgeois in the Marais. This street had been closed to vehicles several years earlier that resulted in a continuous flow of the late night crowd popular to both the straight and the LBGT bars. She pulled out a particular sketchpad and several colored pencils and started designing companionship-theme parasols. The sketchpad was one that she had produced by a small print shop on Ile Saint-Louis with 50 sheets, each with 4 outlines of umbrella shapes to do her designs. Her first designs were too commonplace, too obvious, in her mind as she ripped out and discarded several used sheets. She was looking for the something unique, something symbolic perhaps. At that point two lizards were on her iron railing outside of her French doors. The male lizard was swooning the female with his puffed out throat. Here was romantic companionship that she had not thought of, i.e., romantic companionship across various species, even lizards, but could be considered adorable symbols by lovers. Over 2 more cokes and rum, she wrote a list of such couplings including love bugs, dogs, Llamas, seahorses, etc. As her mind started to wander endlessly into large mammals, she fell asleep at her table.

The next morning she awoke in her bed fully clothed from the night before. She cursed herself for falling back into the coke/rum mixture that she had purposely given up on arriving in Paris. She hesitantly got up stripping of her clothes heading directly for the shower. She turned the showerhead setting to a brisk massage and concentrated on her neck endlessly it seemed before luffing the rest of her body. Her Mahogany skin glistened as she stepped under the infrared lights to dry. She briefly brushed her long, silky hair to let it dry naturally on the way to work. She pulled on her baggy linen pants and a loose cotton blouse only. She normally did not wear undergarments in that they clashed with her rich skin color under thin clothing. Unlike her French counterparts, she also did not use perfume or even deodorant. Her Nubian heritage precluded her from using any significant amount of makeup. She preferred none ... as did Robert when in Nice. She liked that about Robert. With that thought, she decided to give Robert a call on his cell before going to the store. Somehow in her mind, calling him at work was not appropriate given the state of their relationship now. She wanted to keep a distinction in her relationship with Robert as to business and personal. But wait, she thought, that was not the case in Nice, and the last several days. She was changing in her thoughts as to her personal life, That is, a personal life with Robert outside of business.

Upon leaving her apartment heading for the Metro, she called Robert. He answered. "Well!, hello Love. I expect you had a long evening thinking about the theme of companionship. Am I correct?" "Yes, Robert you guessed right ... and hence you didn't call me to say 'Goodnight" and other good things, I assume?" she questioned in a teasing fashion. "It seems Shaymaa that we both know the other quite well. So!, did any ideas come about last night? "Weeeeellll, maybe. It so happens I was over served in my apartment last night with several rum & cokes and woke up this morning somehow on my bed." "Hmmmmmm! Really? Rum&Coke can be dangerous for folks like you." "I don't know what you mean by 'folks like you' , Monsieur. But, can you please meet me again at Willi's at 5:30 this evening for me to show you what I have so far? I have a really busy day to get a number of balls rolling and that is the first time I have open .... even for you." She laughed lightly. "And I really want your input." Robert responded. "Will do! See you then Cherie."

That day, Shaymaa secluded herself in her small office in the morning having first scanned the sales floor to ensure that was all up to her requirements. She wanted to pursue possible symbols for the romantic companionship theme along with serious thinking as to pursuing her professional career. She broke for lunch about 1 and left the store for a small sandwich shop where she ordered a baguette layered only with a country-style pate and Gruyere cheese, her favorite. She desired it 'naked' without any butter, lettuce, tomato, and dressing. This is how her Mom would make sandwiches when she was a child - just meat and cheese. Returning from lunch, she asked her Assistant Manager, Marjorie, to join her in the office. Marjorie was surprised at the request in that she had never sat down with Shaymaa in her office. Shaymaa started: "Marjorie, I am considering a new management approach for Anna's Parasols. And, I want you to take lead responsibility for this effort under my guidance." Margorie was quite surprised at this point and simply said. "Shaymaa, I am anxious to know more, but I have only worked here a month. And, to my knowledge, you have never really considered my background. I am quite new at sales with no demonstrated management skills that may required here." "Stop Marjorie, I need not know your background before coming here. I have seen you at work with the clients and with your colleagues. You are bright, aggressive, intuitive, and, most importantly, sensitive to the needs & desires of others. You are a natural for what I see in advancing Anna's Parasols. Before I tell you more, can you give me a 1-year commitment to pursue what I am offering once I explain, and if you agree to it?" "Yes! Yes! Shaymaa." "Great! Tomorrow, you and I will go off in the late morning to the Brasserie across from the Opera, and I will provide the details for your consideration. So! back to the sales floor with you." she said with a kind smile. and a gentle squeeze of both hands. Margorie left, and Shaymaa whirled her chair around and around anticipating a new level of freedom that was aligned with her increasing feelings for Robert. Indeed, she had a number of things to discuss with Robert that evening.

Shaymaa arrived at Willie's 20 minutes before the 5:30 time she stated to Robert. Instead of sitting at the bar, she sat at a table next to the wall. She had brought 2 manila folders with her. One contained a number of sheets with her various parasol designs to show to Robert, and the bar would be to awkward. The other manila folder contained material that she planned to address with him over dinner ... well, maybe. She wasn't totally comfortable with having this second discussion yet. She ordered 2 kir royales that had become their opening drink when meeting, it seems. Waiting for Robert, she thumbed through the parasol sheets adding some touches to various designs with one of her artist pencils.

Robert was a bit late, but she didn't really notice as she was focusing on her designs. She had actually drunk both kir royales without realizing it given her concentration. Robert approached her slowly sitting down next to her and startling her. She turned to face him and gave a sound of glee awkwardly throwing her arms around his shoulders. "Oh Love, I am so glad to see you. It has been an extraordinary day for me which I want to share with you." He responded with a smile, "I see you have already SHARED my cocktail in addition to yours." "Oops, sorry for that. I got here early and started to review some drawings of parasols that I have made. Let me get another round of kir royales to start together." Robert interrupted, "Actually, I am in the mood for a particular Bordeaux they have here, ...And. another kir royale may too much for you before we have dinner." "Agreed, Monsieur." as he proceeded to get the waiter's attention.

While they waited for the wine that he ordered, he got up and went to the other side of the small table sitting down and taking both of her hands in his. "Tell me Shaymaa, what do you have to show me with all of these sheets that you have scattered on the table?" She began by explaining her thought process the night before and her settling on designs that could be used for parasols resembling romantic companionship. He could tell that she was quite serious at first, but she startled to giggle somewhat when she showed the first sheet of various depictions of romancing lizards on 4 parasol templates. Robert wasn't sure how to respond initially since he was a bit confused as to her true attitude. Robert remained silent as she displayed the next sheet of various bird couples, again on the parasol templates. Robert thought, "She really is serious about this." Shaymaa started to pull out a third sheet, and Robert interrupted. "Shaymaa, I am not truly in sync or comfortable with your thoughts here." At first, Shaymaa read Robert's comment as his first rejection of her mindset. Robert could sense that his statement was having a negative affect on her. With wine now delivered and tasted by him, and then poured into the 2 glasses, he started again. "Shaymaa, first let us toast to your concept here, and give me a moment to reflect before I say anything else. I responded too quickly given this unique perspective that you have shown me." She nodded, and Robert made the toast. "Shaymaa to you and your proven, amazing Marketing creativeness ... and, by the way, to us as well Cherie." The Bordeaux was quite complex with subtle tannin with a touch of tobacco due to the Cabernet Franc contribution. Upon tasting, Shaymaa whispered "Wow!" which was a word she used sparingly. Immediately, Robert was reminded of their first night in Nice at the Company's suite. He smiled and did not comment.

They sat without any discussion enjoying the first glass of Bordeaux. As he stated, he requested some time to think about what she had presented before commenting further. Shaymaa respected that about him, and waited anxiously, but staring directly into his eyes as he refilled the glasses. Finally, he spoke. "Shaymaa, my first thought with this romantic companionship perspective of displaying animals in affectionate positions is not aligned with the very conservative perspective of the family that owns Galleries Lafayette. I know this family well, and they are true to the mystique of French Romance. In my opinion, for Galleries Lafayette to bring, romantic companionship to the French market via parasols will require displays of such individuals." To Robert's surprise, Shaymaa smiled, squeezed Robert's hands stating without any remorse: "Merci beaucoup my Love, I have already considered your viewpoint. Without your knowing, you have reinforced my consideration of taking on a new venture." Robert shook his head quickly in surprise. "What are you referring to Shaymaa?" She responded with a broad smile: "Love, what I am referring to is contained in this other manila envelop that we will discuss over dinner ... and perhaps later at my place." Robert smile lightly squeezing her hands again, "Love!, once again you have managed to excite me with so few words ... actually twice just tonight by my calculations."

With that, they finished the Bordeaux as Shaymaa gathered her parasol templates placing them in their manila envelope and paying la addition. With only light conversation at that point, they left Willi's and headed for Aux Crus de Bourgogne for a well-priced, traditional French cuisine on Rue Bachaumont. This street is just off the pedestrian mall, Rue Montorgueil, that is lined with affordable, but nonetheless excellent venues for late night cuisine known almost exclusively to the natives.

19. Confrontation

It was a 10-minutes walk to Aux Crus de Bourgogne from Willi's. Shaymaa did not want to discuss the other manila folder until they were well into dinner. Unconsciously, she held it tightly against her side along with the other folder that contained the parasol sketches. Mentally, she was focusing on how, and when, to introduce the two subjects that she had started to address that afternoon. During the stroll in the early evening Robert had made several comments for which she asked him to repeat since her mind was focusing on the contents of the second folder. Upon approaching the pedestrian mall that led to the restaurant's rue. Robert stopped, turned her and pulled her into his arms. "What's up Shaymaa? I think I know you well enough to sense stress, concentration, whatever on your part. Are you actually upset with my comment on romancing parasols involving animal illustrations?" "NO!, ... no, my Love. As I said, I agree with you. Actually, your comment has encouraged me to discuss one of two subjects that I want to present to you ... But, over dinner with a very fine bottle of Bourgogne - my treat!" "OK, I await that conversation with great anticipation." He smiled, swung Shaymaa around and continued the 3-block walk to the bistro hand-in-hand. Robert, as with the night before, knew not to pressure her when it was clear she did not want to be. However, he made the mental thought that he would not permit her to back out over dinner if she tried. In fact, he had a very serious subject that he wanted to discuss with her as well.

Being such a fine evening, Robert requested the bistro's hôtesse for a table outside on the narrow cobblestone street with no vehicular traffic. Once seated, the waiter brought both the menu for food and la carte des vins. Attempting to keep it light, Robert noted that this street was used by horse-drawn carriages prior to automobiles, with a carriage house at the end. Naturally, the waiter spoke to Robert, while directly taking in the exotic beauty of Shaymaa. "Monsieur, do you wish to order wine?" Robert looked directly at waiter. "Madame! is making the decisions this evening and her French is quite good. So! Please bring us the French menus", he said firmly. "Of course, Monsieur, Madame."

With menus in hand, Shaymaa turned to Robert. "This is my treat Robert. I WILL decide what we will have for both of us. ... And those are not the only things that I am providing tonight that I wish you to swallow." she said with a possessive laugh. "Shaymaa, I accept your challenges, of course. So, go for it. I will sit back and watch you at 'work'. I am correct in assuming that you are asking me to 'swallow', so to speak, the text contents of the other manila envelop as well?" "Oui! Monsieur. I really love your keen sense of perception. The waiter is returning, and I am in control at this point." Shaymaa was purposely pressing her superior role here as a subconscious effort to force her to go into her desired discussion.

Turning directly to the waiter: "Monsieur, first the wine. We would like a fine Montrachet blanc that is reasonably priced." "Madame, I have just the selection. Would you like to order from the menu now?" "No, we wish to enjoy the wine first. " He returned shortly with a bottle of Latour Chassagne-Montrachet (his favorite on his waiter's income), and 2 wine glasses. He opened the wine presenting the cork to Shaymaa. She waved it off, and the waiter offered a taste to her. Before tasting, she asked him to pour a small amount into the second glass. She picked up her glass and offered the second glass to the waiter to taste. He accepted, being totally charmed by this action. In sync, they both swirled their glasses followed by considering the 'nose'. They then both tried the wine, with her providing an audible "wow!" of enjoyment. "This is extraordinary. Bring a glass for Monsieur, s'il vous plait." "Yes Madame. Thank you for this moment." and he returned shortly with an additional glass filling both hers and Robert's half way.

"My oh my!, Shaymaa, your charm is only exceeded by your beauty" as Robert picked up his glass to click hers. "You never fail to impress me Cherie." She looked into his eyes and took his two hands in hers when they had placed their glasses on the table. Let us enjoy this fantastic, perfectly chilled Montrachet before I order from the menu. I haven't had this Bourgogne since I first came to Paris."

The waiter came outside several times to service other tables and also to check on the wine consumption. On the third occurrence, he noticed the bottle upside in the wine cooler that he had brought for their use if so desired. They had been there about 25 minutes. The waiter approached Shaymaa directly. Madame, are you ready to order?" "Yes Monsieur. We will first start with an order of meilleur pâtûs croute with a side of Dijon mustard. I understand that it is a specialty of this establishment." "Oui Madame, the new owners have continued with the same sous chef." Shaymaa continue: "Also I understand that your bouef bourguignon is excellent as well as your cassoulet." "Oui again Madame." "So, we will have one of each served to the center of the table along with 2 plates." "And to your wine Madame? May I suggest a Montrachet rouge?" "No!, I desire the same Montrachet blanc. It is complex enough to handle both plats." "Tres bon, Madame", and the waiter turned to leave. "Monsieur, several more things, sil vous plait. Kindly bring a pichet d'eau avec des glaçons as well as a banquette along with sel and buerre." "Oui, Madame." On his way back to the inside, he stopped suddenly at the door and glanced back at the table thinking "Could this be the same exotic femme that my partner complained about several days ago that demanded sel, buere, and glacons.? And Bourgogne blanc with bouef bourguignon? Really! female foreigners" as he turned back to enter the bistro.

The second bottle of Montrachet was delivered. The waiter took the liberty to bring 3 glasses, and he and Shaymaa went through the same approval process with the same excellent outcome. With both Robert and Shaymaa poured glasses of wine, Shaymaa reached down to place the undisclosed manila folder on the table. "Robert inside this folder is my next business venture, I believe. I also believe it may be part of our future that is up to you to accept." "Love, I am anxious to see what you are considering for yourself .... and perhaps for us." She stood up and moved to his side of the table bringing the folder along, so as to sit next to him. She opened the folder and placed the contents on the table between them. Robert did not realize at first what he was looking at. There was a drawing of a storefront with the name of Romantic Animal Parasols above the main window. Shaymaa waited anxiously for his response. Robert took another sip of the wine and turned to face her. "I perceive that you want to open your own parasol boutique, so to speak." "Yes, yes, you got it Robert" Robert refilled both of their glasses not waiting for the waiter to do so. He continued, "And somehow you see that I may be part of this commercial effort?" "Well, yes Robert, I can see that possibility, depending upon your interest." "Shaymaa, permit to ask you several questions to set me straight on what you are suggesting," "Fire away, Robert." "OK! First, perhaps most important, how does this affect your position with Galleries Lafayette? Second, Do you have the capital to start? Third, How do you determine your marketing projections, your sales projections? That is, what is your 'business plan', your pro forma financial statements to pursue the necessary capital to start? Fourth, in what area of Paris do you wish to open this storefront? Fifth, what consumer group are you looking to?" "Whoa! Robert. Ok, you have already demonstrated one reason why I wish you to be possibly involved what I am doing." "Shaymaa, that was my next question as to why you are discussing this me as to my possible interest." With that Shaymaa took a long drink of the wine. She at up firmly while looking Robert in his eyes. "I will now answer all or your question, saving your last question for after dinner over glasses of chartreuse."

At that time, the baguette, meilleur pâtûs croute, sel, buere, and pichet d'eau avec des glaçons, along with 2 glasses, were served. "First, Robert, as to my position with Galleries lafayette, it is my most important desire to maintain my position. This venture I am seeking does not compete with them as you yourself as stated as to romancing parasols involving humans. My pursuit does not threaten their market. I will approach Monsieur Bodin openly and honestly to seek his approval. I believe he will accept my position." Robert did not blink, so she continued. "Second, No, I personally do not have the capital. My brother does as well as his trust. But that leads me to your third question. Yes! I recognize the need for a business plan and pro forma financials for anyone, including my brother, who will assist me in obtaining the capital yet to be determined. I also know that I definitely need the talents of someone like you to pursue the necessary financing. Fourth, the area I am considering is on the left bank on Boulevard Saint-Germain to provide a respectful store front. There already is an umbrella shop there that, to my evaluation is in a downward path. My first thought is to attempt to buy them out as to both inventory and lease. The woman owner is quite old, and i have spoken to her several times to gain knowledge of her interests in her forthcoming retirement years. She has no family. Lastly, regarding my customer base, I have seen a significant increasein the French awareness of cultural responsibilities for our environment. This includes animals that are just barely surviving.

It was at this point that the plats were served and Shaymaa returned to the other side of table.. The waiter asked Shaymaa if he should distribute portions of the two plats to the individual bare plates, one each for each item for each individual. She agreed, and he did so. "No more discussion now on what you have just seen, Robert, until we have finished this meal, and then onto chartreuse to address the final point of your possible involvement, professionally ... and personally perhaps." Robert agreed and they only talked about various us areas in Paris that the two would enjoy together. Shaymaa purposely ate all of that was served knowing that "doggy bags" were a relative unknown in Paris ... or considered an insult by restaurants. Her Nubian background did not permit her to have food not consumed, and therefore wasted.

With the meal finished, the waiter arrived to remove the plates. Even though Robert was complete before Shaymaa, it was proper for the waiter to wait until both were finished. Once the table was cleared with of the exception of the pichet and glasses, the waiter pulled out this table instrument to clean of any remnants. He then asked if any desert was desired listing the specials for that day. Both declined followed by Shaymaa saying, "Monsieur, we would each like glass of chartreuse avec glacons." "Would that be verte or juane Madame?" "Verte" she replied. As they waited for their drinks, Shaymaa started. "Robert, there are several points for which I am interested in your participation in this new venture of mine." Robert nodded sitting back in his chair to display his openness. She continued, "First, I have already stated the need for someone like you to assist me with the pro forma financials. I know of your excellence in that activity. Second, I know I will need a unique market study for this unique commerce. I also think you could assist in that directly or indirectly with oversight." The drinks were now delivered. Before she could continue, Robert moved to her side of the table and proposed a simple toast to this new venture. "Please continue Shaymaa." "Third, I would like your input on how to approach Monsieur Bodin on obtaining his approval for this side venture of mine while maintaining my position at Galleries Lafayette. I have already considered in promoting my assistant manager to handle more responsibility, but under my guidance. You know the owners, and you may have some input as to what Monsieur Bodin may need to consider for their acceptance, if necessary. Now, those are the professional needs for which your assistance could be valuable" "Yes, I understand those requests Shaymaa. But you also said that there may be a personal reason, or reasons, for my involvement." Shaymaa took a serious sip of the chartreuse and then placed her hand on his upper thigh next to her. As she squeezed his thigh, Shaymaa continued first looking down at the table and then turning her head to face him. "Love!, I believe you believe as me that we have the makings of a remarkable romantic and responsible relationship. This is new to me, but I desire you in my life NOW and for the future." Robert took her hand from his thigh and placed it in both of his kissing it lightly. Without hesitation, Robert stood and then knelt down on one knee. "Shaymaa, I know that I love and respect you deeply. I wish for us to get married, and I am asking you for your acceptance."

20. Timeout

Shaymaa realized immediately that she had led Robert too far down a path that was more complex and committed than what she had meant in her statement that she desired him in her life 'now and for the future'. She did not respond immediately to his proposal as her past went through her mind. Shaymaa had been proposed to two times before; once in Cairo and once in London during her employment there. In both cases, she was not at all prepared to accept due to the shortages she found in both individuals proposing. But, with Robert, she knew she wanted him in her life, but she was not ready to make an actual commitment to marriage. Although Nubian, therefore Coptic Christian, she had seen too many of her Egyptian, Muslim, woman that had been divorced solely based upon the male's rights without any legal proceedings in that country. Clearly, Robert as a Catholic living in France, did not have the same capability legally or within his religious beliefs. Nonetheless, Shaymaa was still not perfectly aligned with marriage.

Considering the above, Shaymaa was not able to respond immediately to Robert's proposal. Suspecting the worse after waiting an infinitely of 10 seconds or so for her response, Robert stood and took both of her hands in his. "Shaymaa, I regret for misunderstanding what you said. I guess I went too far too quickly." "NO! ... no Robert, you have nothing to regret. I meant what I said, but I didn't realize what it would mean to you given our relatively short time together." She then briefly described her background as to the other two offers, as well as the legal/Islam mores in Egypt. At this point Robert squeezed her hands tightly and said. "This is not Egypt, and I am not Muslim. As a Christian I stand behind my commitments ... and I stand behind my love for you. You are absolutely correct as to our relatively short time together, and I fully appreciate and respect that. Therefore, I 'stand down' (he said with a quirky smile) from my proposal ..... that is, for now."

Shaymaa immediately relaxed, released his hands, and placed both of her arms on his shoulders pulling him close for a most passionate kiss. "Thank you Robert. You are such an authentic charmer. I absolutely adore that about you. "So! What now Shaymaa? I have shown you my hand. When do I get to see yours?" Shaymaa look confused not understanding the analogy. "Sorry! That was a poker-related comment meaning that you now know where I am coming from. When will you show me "your hand" that I am willing to gamble on." Shaymaa already somewhat regretted turning away his proposal. She well knew that the constraints to bring the two of them together were for her to resolve.

"Robert, I have so much on my mind given my new venture as well as my forthcoming confrontation with Monsieur Bodin on my individual pursuit. My head is spinning." pause. "I will say this, that when I lay down at night to sleep, embracing you is the last thing I remember." "Shaymaa, I really like that, and I am available tonight to make that a reality." Shaymaa took a provocative position facing him, "I accept that offer. First, I will pay la addition, and then you walk with me, hand-in-hand, back to my residence." "I like that even more, LOVE."

On their way back to her place, they purposely ignored the Metro, which would have been the most efficient means. Rather, Shaymaa led them down a zigzag of side streets occasionally with her letting go of his hands to skip like a child. She was still processing his proposal and her response before they arrived at her apartment. She was deep into evaluating her background silently. In fact, she was outright giggly at this point, which of course was confusing to Robert. He had never experienced her to be so light-hearted. As they approached her residence, she stopped to bring Robert close to her in her arms, "Robert, I truly hope you know what you are getting involved with by romancing me as you have. Tonight represents no commitment on your part ... or mine. WE are an extraordinary couple to enjoy an extraordinary evening. I know that I love who you are, and I would never invite you back to my place if you were not totally acceptable to me .... to us." "I understand completely Shaymaa. Likewise for me."

The evening was still young when they arrived at her residence. As she was unlocking the door, she turned to face Robert. "Be brave LOVE. You are entering a den of an unorthodox designer and marketer with its disorder of drawings and various materials that I am considering for my new venture as well for Galleries Lafayette." She took his left hand and led him into the front room. His first sight was the various patches of materials and drawings on the side walls. He then noticed the small table and 2 chairs next to the sliding glass doors that led to the deck. "Well! Shaymaa, I had no idea of what to expect. Actually, I hadn't thought about what to expect." "So! Monsieur, your responsibility right now is to open a bottle of Bourgogne blanc in the frig, and pour two glasses for us to enjoy on the deck. I will meet you there once I have changed into something much less, but much more comfortable ... and appropriate." She winked, and headed for the bedroom.

It took her an extended number of minutes to reappear in that she took a quick shower followed by the application of her favorite olive oil soap that she had bought in Nice. The scent was one that Robert would clearly remember from their weekend there. Robert was out on the deck with the wine and first noticed her lavender, satin teddy as she approached, quickly followed by her scent. "My-oh-my, you are definitely more comfortable ... and appropriate for this evening, I think," She actually giggled slightly again and sat next to him on the chaise-lounge looking out over the brasseries on the street below. Robert gave her a glass and proposed a toast. "Shaymaa to this night, and to what I hope is remarkable relationship between us two, whatever that be." They clicked their glasses and they both took sips. Shaymaa then placed her glass on the adjoining side table and snuggled up next to him. "I need your arm around me. It is a bit chilly out here given what I have on." He pulled her into him after placing his glass on the table." So! tell me Robert why you are in love with me." He pulled her down so her head was on this lap facing him. "Cherie, let me count the ways." he said softly and sincerely. "First, I must. say that I have had an experience with a woman that possessed so many attributes that I adore and that helped set my expectations of what I desire in a relationship. You have those same attributes plus others that I have come to adore. However, that lady had a wandering eye that is stereotypical for her culture. You are not of that way, I know. The point here is that I am not blind in seeing who you are." "Continue Monsieur. You have my fullest attention,", as she turned to kiss his left leg. "I am not about to place them in order, but here you go. You are absolutely gorgeous, creative, passionately aggressive, intelligent, super cool, charming, great company, very sexy, very physical, and possess a love for all. How many was that?" "JUST ten, LOVE" as she smirked. "I guess I should add 'occasionally silly'. " They both laughed. "Now, your turn Shaymaa. Why do you love me?" With that request, she sat up and took another sip of her wine, replacing her glass. "Well! Monsieur, I am perhaps more efficient in my numbers," "Go on Shaymaa." "You are a compassionate and honest man, with the offering of true, committed Love, I believe. You are indeed very handsome and passionate in your touch, Great kisser, I must say. You are mature, but open to taking on the unusual. Hence, you wouldn't be here, I believe. Lastly, this may be a bit self-serving, but you truly want to be with me." She nestled back onto his lap in a manner that it was clear to him that she was quite exhausted given the day and wine and chartreuse.

"Shaymaa, we need to get us to bed. It has been an exhaustive day for you including our wonderful conversation this evening." She mumbled: "OK, will you kindly lead me there ... and take off those clothes. They are not permitted in my bed." as she giggled slightly. She sat up slowly and Robert stood to pull her up. "Oh Robert, I had other plans for tonight, but I am so tired." Her teddy rose up on her legs revealing her extraordinary physique that Robert had been thinking about constantly since their time in Nice. But now was not the time for what he desired. He wanted her to be vivacious and reactive when they made love. "Maybe in the morning" he said to himself in a soft voice, as he placed her on the bed covering her with the comforter. To be sure, he stripped off his clothes and cuddled next to her back touching her softly along her legs and up under her top to her shoulders. With the familiar scent of the olive oil soap on her, he fell asleep aided by her calming, cooing sounds.

21. Wow!, Moving Ahead

Knowing it was a busy & challenging day for Shaymaa, Robert decided not to press his desires with her when he awoke first in the morning. Sometime during their sleep they had both turned with her cuddling him now with a limp left arm across his chest. He cautiously lifted her arm to get up and go to the shower to rinse off using her olive oil soap. He desired to carry that scent through much of the day. Once dry, he pulled on his briefs and then went to wake Shaymaa. It was only 7 AM, but he knew that she had to get going to handle her tasks for the day. He expected that she may not recall the discussion during the latter part of the evening. Hence, he would not bring up what was mentioned beyond her rejecting his proposal.

She had no sheets on her at this point and, again, he was aroused by her laying there nearly fully exposed with her raised teddy highlighting the exoticness of her mahogany skin. "Not now Robert" he said to himself as he bent down to kiss her on her shoulder and then her cheek to wake her. She stirred at first, and then shot up to face Robert. "Wow!, It wasn't just a dream that you shared my bed." "No Love. We had a most enjoyable evening together. I brought you to your bed when it was clear that you were exhausted." "I am so sorry Robert. Did we...?" He interrupted her, "No Shaymaa, it would not have been appropriate or acceptable to me to take advantage of your exhaustion." "Robert, I really wanted last night to be special in so many ways." "I can assure you it was for me, save for me not being as close and entwined with you as I so desired." he said without holding back. "When IT happens, we will both will be fully aware and fully desiring the other. NOW! get your sweet derriere out of bed and to work. I know you have a complex day today." She pulled him into her arms and held him tight. "Hmmmm, I see you have been using my Nice soap." "Oui!, Madame. That is to remind me of you during the day." he said with a smile. "Looking at her antique, Cartier watch, she said: " Robert, I have to rush. We will continue last night tonight, if you agree." "Yes!, I wouldn't desire less."

Within 20 minutes, she had showered and dressed in a casual, yet professional outfit expecting a challenging conversation with Monsieur Bodin that day. She also remembered that she was to have a discussion with Marjorie that morning regarding expanding that young woman's possible management responsibilities. She wanted this duck lined up before she approached M. Bodin. As she exited, her residence, she kissed Robert and said, "By the way, I am now going to refer to you, outside of business that is, as 'Wow'" "Ok Shaymaa. I will follow you shortly once you are out." "Wow, there is an additional key to my residence next to the sugar bowl in the kitchen. That is for you, s'il vous plaît." "Got it Boss" he said purposely to spark her spirit. She looked back at him as she pretended to slam the door in anger as to the use of that term.

Upon arriving at Anna's Parasol ahead of her staff, she did her review of the merchandise display making some minor changes from the day before. As usual, she was pleased by what her staff had done to straighten up with the store closing the day before. Onto her office she sat in her chair whirling around several times reviewing what she remembered from the night before with Robert. She did remember Robert's offer on one knee, and him graciously handling her rejection. The following conversation had faded significantly from her memory. She relished that he was in her bed that morning. That was enough for her right now. She wanted this evening to be extraordinary in their relationship so far.

Marjorie came in at 8:45 and proceeded to Shaymaa's office. "Madame, are we still on for this morning?" "Absolutely! We will leave about 11, ensuring that the rest of staff is in gear. I am thinking we will continue through déjeuner in that the French government has re-enacted le pause déjuener that does not permit lunch to be eaten at one's desk. You were probably not in the workforce when that law was relaxed due to COVID several years ago. Imagine! That law was first enacted in 1894. Anyhow. back to the floor, and I will catch you about 11." "You clearly have my interest Madam." as she exited the office. Shaymaa now turned to constructing her points to present to Monsieur Bodin at 2 in his office.

Shortly before 11, Robert presented himself at her door throwing her a kiss and proceeded to leave without saying a word. "Wait! wait!, Robert. Come in here for a moment and close the door." As he was doing so, she leaped from her chair and grasped him from behind holding him close. "Wow, I am bit anxious with how to approach M. Bodin, and I would like your thoughts on the following points, especially by unique concept in Point 8." "Ok, I love your crushing my ribs LOVE, but may I sit down?" he said with a laugh.

Once they were both seated across from each other, she pulled out a single sheet of paper with her primary points written on it. She waited anxiously as he ran his finger down the sheet. "Well! Knowing M. Bodin as well as I do, as well as his demonstrated trust in your capabilities, I would say that you need to be more lean on these points. No.'s 3, 4, & 7 are unnecessary. He already accepts those points regarding you. I believe you should be more straightforward without 'beating around the bush'. Is that not how you got his attention in Alsace?" "You are right, of course. I needed to hear that - one more aspect of your 'Wow-ness.' "Merci beaucoup!" Robert continued, "As to point 8, I think that is a remarkable idea, one which can be played several ways with M. Bodin. That is, you can keep it to yourself in your venture ... and / or .... offer it to Galleries Lafayette as a contractor to use in their marketing as well since you two have different underlying themes. It will be interesting to hear of M. Bodin's reaction." Shaymaa interrupted, "I need you to leave now for I am having déjeuner with Marjorie." With a la biss, he departed.

Several minutes later, she left her office and signaled Marjorie to meet her at the entrance to Anna's Parasol. Outside the store they proceeded down Rue Tronchet to the square encompassing La Madeleine. It was on the NE corner of this square that Fauchon, la Grand Cafe was located. Neither of them had been to this most fabulous gourmet store, arguably exceeding the offerings of Galleries Lafayette. Once seated Majorie stated: "Madame, I really appreciate this opportunity to speak with you about my responsibilities at Anna's Parasol. I have so appreciated working there given both my colleagues and the spirit of the clients that so enjoy the merchandise." "First of all Marjorie, I wish you to refer to me as Shaymaa. 'Madame' makes me feel so old and indifferent." Marjorie nodded. "Let's first order from the menu, and I will begin my discussion with you for your consideration. The waiter appeared and Shaymaa ordered the classic at the top of the menu: Wild Rabbit Terrine. Marjorie was a bit inhibited given the uniqueness of this meeting as well as the Grand Cafe itself. She ordered the chevre chaud salad (a sure success in any Parisian restaurant). Shaymaa finalized the order requesting a bottle of Verno Blish.

Waiting for the wine to be served, Shaymaa started. "It is not yet approved yet by M. Bodin, but I am planning to open a specialized parasol shop on Bd. Saint-Germain-Des-Pres. It is specialized in that it will deal with nature, fauna and floral, which I understand that is not expected to be of interest to the Galleries Lafayette owners." The waiter appeared with the wine, opening it, and offering a taste to Shaymaa. She approved, and the waiter poured 2 glasses. Unlike Nice, Shaymaa noticed that there was not a bowl of glacons, but rather a wine cooler placed at the side of the table in which the bottle was placed. They each enjoyed some wine, and Shaymaa continued. "If I am permitted to own my own shop and still maintain my position with Galleries Lafayette, then I will need some assistance, actually in both locations. However, for now I would like to promote you to Manager of Anna's Parasol with full responsibilities, subject to my guidance, with the exception of considering new merchandise. With you in that position, as well me getting the other store off the ground, I will not be there every day, especially on the weekends. You will be responsible for personnel assignments, etc.." Marjorie picked up her glass, took a long sip, and then laughed out loud. "Mada.... Shaymaa, I am so amazed at this offer and readily accept should you be able to get Monsieur Bodin's approval of your situation. And, YES!. I am willing to commit to at least a year as you mentioned the other day." "Ok, it is settled then Marjorie. I meet with Monsieur Bodin at 2 this afternoon to obtain his approval." With that, Shaymaa filled both glasses and made a toast: 'To my plans ... and to your involvement."

The food soon followed and the discussion went to fresh ideas that Marjorie had been naturally accumulating for several months. Shaymaa was very pleased with her. Finishing the meal, Shaymaa paid la addition and told Marjorie that she would be back to the store soon. She had some shopping to do in Fauchon.

Back in her office, Shaymaa began preparing for her meeting with M. Bodin. She went down through her list with additional consideration of points 3,4, & 7 that Robert had pointed out that morning. He was right that they were not necessary. She then highlighted additional thoughts regarding the other 4 points. Approaching 2 PM, she was ready, and she headed to Monsieur's office. She was immediately shown into the office, and M. Bodin directed her to the chair at the conference table. She was relieved that he was by himself. The secretary returned with 2 café cremes. Other than wine for the Board meetings, M.Bodin, along with chilled Evian water, only offered café creme to his guests. He had determined over the years that concentrated caffeine contributed to the meetings' discussions. After some small talk, M. Bodin briefly reviewed the net profits for Anna's Parasol for the last two months. The various operations' evaluations were very thorough with the financials including a % of the store's overall expenses common to all spaces. He didn't know what the meeting was about. But fearing that she may be leaving for some reason, he wanted to start the discussion with his praise and great appreciation for her accomplishments with Anna's Parasol.

He placed the financials aside on the table and sat up close to the edge. "Shaymaa, what do you want to discuss with me?" Likewise, she sat up close to the table's edge, took a sip of the bottled water. "First of all, I have been so privileged to have your trust in me since the first time I joined you and your wife for dinner in Alsace. It is for that reason is that I want to test your trust un peu." as she gestured with two fingers close together and her eyebrows raised. "I wish to expand the parasol market with different themes and an unique approach. However, I do understand that my themes may not be in concert with the traditional markets of the store." M. Bodin twisted his head slightly suggesting he was somewhat confused or unable to tell where her discussion was going, "So! I want to describe 2 primary points with you, and then upon your understanding of those 2 points, to present my approach for pursuing them." Shaymaa realized that she needed to move on quickly because he was becoming even more confused. "As to the two points, I believe there may be a market for parasols that have a flora and fauna theme in addition to what Anna's Parasol has offered to date. One could perhaps view this as an environment theme of nature theme." M. Bodin interrupted her: "Hmmmm, you mean such as, aaaahhhh, various animals, flowers, nature scenes, etc." "Exactly!" she responded. He continued: "Ok, I understand your first point. What is your second point?" Shaymaa took a long sip of water to pause the moment.

Ready to proceed with the second point, Shaymaa reached into her portfolio and pulled out a sheet displaying a diagram of the skeleton parts of a parasol, less the cover. Again, M. Bodin look confused. She didn't speak immediately to permit him time to consider what he was looking at. "M. Bodin it is my idea to market parasols in a significantly different fashion. That is, the consumer will first purchase the various parts of the parasol with different selections of handles, tips, and center rod. With that complete, then different covers can be purchased and used as desired.", she paused. M.Bodin twisted his head slightly looking over the diagram. She continued." So! For example, as to my flora and fauna designs, once could purchase a set of covers with various animals, or various flowers, or even a combination. In the case of the Galleries Lafayette, one again could obtain the parasol parts of his/her desire, and then buy sets of holiday covers, for example." "Hmmmm." was his initial response. He continued:' "You said that the store would not likely be interested in your first point of flora and fauna?" "That is my understanding. On that basis, I am planning to open my own store on Bd. Saint-Germain-Des-Pres to market the sets of cover designs that are not in conflict with the offerings here. Additionally, I will be marketing the parasol pieces with which consumer can construct their personal parasol." .... pause ... "It is also my hope that I can maintain my position here overseeing Anna's Parasols at the same time." She purposely kept talking to get the entire picture in M. Bodin's mind before he could reject too soon. "With that in mine, I have selected an excellent manager for Anna's that will report to me should I be permitted to stay. "lastly, if you are interested in the parasol construction kits, then I will sell exclusively to Galleries Lafayette for that market." She sat back in her chair taking a long sip of water.

M. Bodin said nothing right away and continued to look at the picture of the parasol parts. He then reached for the conference console on the table and requested his secretary to bring in his favorite Champagne and 2 flutes. He continued to look at the picture and say nothing until the secretary arrived with an opened bottle of Perrier-Jouët Belle Epoque Two flutes were poured and M. Bodin turned to Shaymaa stating: "Shaymaa, you and your ideas are something to toast to with my favorite Champagne. Bravo! Shaymaa." They clicked their flutes and enjoyed the fine champagne. After draining the first flute, M. Bodin refilled it, with a slight burp (perfectly acceptable when drinking fine champagne). "Shaymaa, I don't know if you follow U.S. politics, but in the words of President Biden: 'Here's the deal.' I will present your promotion to the Board given this unique situation of you within our corporation, and yet outside with your own venture. I am willing to do so for 3 reasons. First, you have brought an unique perspective to our marketing with your efforts with Anna's Parasols. And, I want that to continue, as well as the Board does. Second, you agree not to compete in our parasol market as to themes. Lastly, I love your parasol construction kit concept, and I would like to have that exclusively available to our stores other than your own venture." With that he refilled Shaymaa's flute and said "It's a deal, that is subject to the Boards approval. But that is a given and just a procedure that I must follow. Now, let's finish this bottle and you can be off to get started with all you have to do. Kindly, keep me of any issues that come about, including a location for your store. I DO KNOW the right people and can assist you with that if necessary. By the way, what is the name of your store? "Well, my current thought is 'Your Parasol'." "I do like that name Shaymaa, but I wish it to have some association with the environment or nature so as not to compete with our wares." "Excellent point M. Bodin, I will address your reasonable and appropriate request."

They each finished their champagne with both burping simultaneously ... and they both laughed as Shaymaa stood to depart the meeting. Shaymaa was barely touching the floor as she returned to her office to gather her things. She had plans she had to attend to for the evening with Robert. As she entered Anna's Parasol she saw Marjorie and gave her 2 thumbs up. Marjorie laughed out loud surprising her unknowing colleagues.

Shaymaa failed to reach Robert on his cell. So she left a message for him to come to her residence after 6. "I should be there, but if not then you have the key to get in. Kiss! Kiss!" She actually got to her residence at 5 and started to set up for their evening together. She knew Robert would be anxious about her meeting with M. Bodin, but she wanted to see his face when she told him the news ... and his blue eyes. And then onto dinner, she would prepare some of her favorites followed by an evening of romance as she imagined it in her mind since that morning.

22. Closure

Shaymaa wanted to shine that evening with Robert in several ways including with his spending the night. This included cooking an extraordinary dish, with excellent wine. As a child in Aswan located in 'Upper Egypt' (Southern Egypt) Shaymaa had been schooled in Nubian cuisine, much of which had blended with Egyptian cuisine in the last 2 decades. So for that evening, she decided to make an extraordinary French stew of veal surrounded by root vegetables in a cream base accented with fine herbs, Blanquette De Veau. All the ingredients that were required were available in the Gourmet Market of Galleries Lafayette. At 4:30 she left her office with her purchase from Fauchons that afternoon and went down to the Gourmet Market where she purchased all that she needed for the evening, including 2 bottles of Bourgogne Blanc that they had enjoyed at Willi's Wine Bar previously Arriving at her residence, she immediately started the Blanquette de Veau using a recipe that she had pulled off the Internet. It required 2 1/2 hours of preparation and cooking. With the dish started, she chilled the wine and set the table, except for her purchase at Fauchon that afternoon. It was only 5:45, which gave her time to shower with the olive oil soap, and then dress in a very loose cotton blouse and satin slacks that clung to her waist.

Robert arrived at 6:10 knocking first on the door and then using his key to enter as Shaymaa was stepping out of her bedroom. Through his normal channels in the store, he already knew of her success with M. Bodin, but decided to wait for her announcement to him. When she saw him entering the door, she dropped hairbrush that she was using to straighten her wet hair. and rushed to gather him into her arms. He retuned her embrace kissing first her forehead and then tilting her face up to kiss her lips. They held onto each other for an infinite, several minutes as Shaymaa broke into tears. Robert gently pushed her back slightly looking into her eyes, and then kissed the tears on both of her cheeks. "Why the tears?" She responded placing her face into his left shoulder. "I am so very, very happy with you being here to celebrate my day with M. Bodin." He again raised her face to look at her. "Yes, I heard. I am so very proud of you." She leaned into him kissing him powerfully as she held him against her. "Oh! So you know. I should have guessed given your connections in the store." She smiled. "But what you don't know Monsieur is what I have planned for tonight." He started to speak. "NO! Robert, don't guess. I have to be some mystery to you, smarty pants." "OK, Mademoiselle. But, I do guess that the next steps are a fine bottle of Bourgogne Blanc and some kind of delicious meal. Is that veal I smell? "You think you know me so well. .. Yes! you are correct." The bottle is in the frig. But first, I wish YOU to take a shower with our endearing olive oil soap, and put on some shorts and shirts that I took from your suitcase in Nice." "You Devil! So that is what happened to them. Give me 10 minutes, and I will be out to enjoy the wine and toast to your success." As he headed to the bathroom he turned back and said: "Shaymaa, you continue to be amazing to me." She winked and thought to herself that he hasn't experienced the best yet.

She first went to her attaché to obtain her Fauchon purchase and place it in the center of the table setting. With that done, she opened the oven to test the doneness of the Blanquette de Veau with a fork. Of course it had at least another 60 minutes or so, but she was becoming increasingly anxious about the evening being what she wanted with Robert. She was now clear in her mind that she was beyond the flirting stage and wanted to get serious, but to what degree? Robert appeared in his shorts and T-shirt that emphasized his male body, modest yes, but very handsome for her. She directed him towards the couch as she handed him a glass of wine. "To you Shaymaa and your success today. You greatly deserve that. Again, I am so proud of you." They clicked glasses and sat on the couch, but not close together. Shaymaa wanted to maintain some distance as she discussed her next points with him. "Robert, this has been an amazing day for me. I wish it to continue so. You had asked me to marry you, and I was not ready then for that. I am now prepared to reconsider your proposal, that is if your are still so interested.", she said smiling tilting her head shyly in a Pollyannaish fashion. Robert stood: "You say that you are 'PREPARED'? I require more commitment than that my Cherie." "Really Robert? You are playing hard to get here?" His response was cocky in a humorous fashion: "You bet Darling. It's your turn to take the chance." he said with a smirk and winking. Shaymaa feigning a pout hesitated and then said: "Robert, will you marry me?" Robert turned his head to the side and then back to face her, He placed both of his hands on her face: "Of Course!, my LOVE. I will cherish having you as my wife." With that said, he stood and pulled Shaymaa up to him. "We are an extraordinary couple, because each of us is fully independent in our own lives, but so much more when together."

After an elongated embrace, Robert asked: "So! What's for dinner LOVE? I am guessing Blanquette de Veau based upon the aroma from the kitchen" "Yes WOW, you have figured it out again. How am I going to deal with such an intuitive man for the rest of my life?" As she headed to the kitchen to check the oven, he said, "Shaymaa, you and I have the ability to address ALL issues as long we are honest with each other, and we maintain a healthy physical relationship. I can tell you that the physical relationship may change in fashion as we get much older, but not in desire. We will make the necessary changes together. That is my promise to you .... and to us." She bowed approvingly and headed into the kitchen not sure what the point of changing 'physical relationship" was referring to. Robert already had some experience in such a situation.

She was in the kitchen for a half-hour completing the cooking. Robert, in turn, consumed several glasses of Bourgogne Blanc leaving Shaymaa alone to her responsibilities. He knew better than to interfere with her concentrated efforts to bring the meal together. He was looking through her CDs for dinner background. He saw a Bob Seger album that he greatly enjoyed with one song in particular that he was thinking of playing much later in the evening. For Dinner, however he inserted an B-tribe CD with calming acoustic guitar and occasional vocals.

Shaymaa said loudly from the kitchen for him to come and get his prepared plate. He did so while she opened the second bottle of Bourgogne Blanc and brought her plate and the wine to the table. It was then that he noticed the 'heart' of chocolates. He said coolly, "Is this the dessert for this fine dinner?" NOT hardly, Cherie. Dessert is a bit later." as she winked. She paused looking directly into his eyes. "WOW, we are now engaged." As they clicked their glasses together, she said: "I am so in love with you. It took me awhile to accept that I was capable of being that with anyone. BUT, you have made that possible. You are truly my WOW."

With the fine meal in front of them, there was little to be said at that time. Shaymaa's proclamation had set up what was to follow dinner. That is, after returning to the couch with each having a glass of Chartreuse avec glacons. With a light, calming conversation about their future together, Shaymaa reached to obtain his empty glass from him. She stood and pulled up Robert with both hands. "You DO want dessert, correct?" "Oui" She guided him to the bedroom. She directed him to sit on the side of the bed. She was in control. Robert readily accepted her guidance. Having not so done so since being a young female, she began a provocative dance that emphasized the movement of her hips with her arms above her. At first, she creatively removed her blouse and then released the buttons on her slacks for them to slide to the floor. As with her usual not wearing undergarments, her striking body with its mahogany sheen was not a sexual attraction, per sé, but rather a sensual one. He said northing but simply moved to the top of bed. Indeed, she was in control, and she managed his undressing first and then sliding in next to him with caresses focusing on his legs, thighs, and chest. He then turned to face her and brought his arms around her lifting her under him while kissing her left neck line with her scent so soothing to him. No words were being spoken as each aggressively responded to the other's caresses and desires.

It was nearly Midnight when they were awakening from their slumber following their intensive lovemaking. Robert, being the charming guy he was, turned to face her from their spooning position. "So! What's for dessert Shaymaa?" She sat up abruptly and smacked his bum. "Really? Maybe you are not as intuitive as I thought you were." They both laughed and Shaymaa started: "Last one to the shower does the dishes." They showered together, and Robert got out first to dry and then headed to the kitchen for two flutes of Perrier Joulet that he had brought with him. She then joined him at the table by the sliding glass doors. They toasted their love and their forthcoming life together as Man & Wife. Robert reached behind him to que on the CD the Bob Seger song that he had found earlier.

"Last night I saw you walking

Past my bed late at night

And the moon shone Through your gown

Such a fine memory

I think I'm gonna take it with me

And later as you were sleeping

Sleeping next to me

I felt your hair on my skin

Such a fine memory

I know I'm gonna take it with me

I'm going to take it

Far as I go

23. A Need to Compromise

It was nearly 1:30 AM when they finished the bottle of Perrier Joulet. Shaymaa had placed her flute on the table and slid into Robert's lap. Robert waited several minutes so as not to disturb her until she was asleep. He then placed his flute on the table and gently lifted Shaymaa and carried her to the bed without her waking totally. He removed her robe and placed her on her right side so as he could spoon her. He was amazed by the soft reflection of the table lamp on the mahogany skin of this woman that had proposed and was to be his wife. It had already been a long evening, and he held back his urges. Within minutes, they were both fast asleep.

Neither of them stirred until 9 in the morning. The first to do so was Shaymaa as she naturally pulled away from the unexpected presence of Robert's arms encompassing her. Instantly, she was aware of the previous evening events. She had proposed to Robert, and he had accepted. The realization of her making such a commitment was amazing to her. She had taken the first step. She started to turn from his embrace, and then back as his arms automatically held her to him. "Oh my God!, what have I done?" she stated quietly. Robert was just awakening, and her comment did not register immediately. He stirred and turned to face her. He placed his left hand on her far shoulder and gently pulled her in to kiss her forehead. "Good morning Precious, rather my Fiancée. I am correct, am I not? You did propose, and I did accept." "YES! Wow! We are now each other's other." she said with a broad smile. Robert suddenly sat up with a burst of "Amazing!", and then he turned to bring him over on top of her to embrace and kiss her lips softly but passionately. She responded accordingly with her arms tightly around him. Neither of them had anything to say for several minutes as the reality of their engagement settled into each of their minds.

Robert broke the silence. "I didn't mention it to you yesterday, but today may be an important day at the store for me. I will give you the possibly-exciting news later today. However, I have to leave now to return to my apartment for a change of clothes and some work papers." He smiled and continued, "The next time you plan to propose to me, then please let me know, and I will take the next day off." Again, Shaymaa smacked his bum, a bit sharper this time. "Get out of here Monsieur Wow. I will call you around Noon to get this engagement properly rolling. I am thinking of an appropriate plat at Brasserie Froderer, and we can start to make sense of this wonderful thing to which you and I have committed." With that Robert went to the bathroom to shower quickly, dress, and depart, having first returned to the bed to embrace and kiss Shaymaa. She was in no hurry to go to the store. She lay there thinking about a number of items that they would need to put in place for their marriage.

A little after Noon, Shaymaa called Robert's office from her office. "Bon Jour! Shaymaa. This is Julie, Robert's assistant. He told me to tell you that he would be down to your office as soon as his meeting with Monsieur Bodin is finished." "Hmmmm" Shaymaa said out loud after completing the call. What could M. Bodin want to talk to Robert about that would be 'exciting' according to Robert's comment that morning? At 12:20 Robert entered Shaymaa's office. She couldn't 'read' the expression on his face. Clearly, it was not what she expected from her now Fiancée. Robert was a bit subdued as he gently hugged Shaymaa followed by a kiss on both cheeks. Really? she thought, just la biss? "Hello Shaymaa. I'm hungry, and I look forward to our lunch today. There is much to talk about. That is, there is much more than I knew when I left you this morning." Shaymaa, being the aggressive, straightforward woman that she is, held onto Robert's left arm as she gently pushed him to separate them somewhat. "Robert, is our engagement in jeopardy? You are not responding to me as I would have expected at this point after last night with your acceptance of my marriage proposal." Robert reached out to take her other hand in his. "Shaymaa, there has been a major change for me to consider at the store that I desire BOTH of us to consider. As to last night's engagement, I AM TRULY determined to be your husband. But, YOU and I TOGETHER need to consider what makes sense for us professionally and personally. That is all I wish to say right now until we leave for the Brasserie. Shaymaa let go of him and made an effort to not have Robert notice that she was trembling slightly at his point. She had made an extraordinary effort to propose to this man, he accepted, and now out of nowhere, something was awry. What the Hell could have happen?

With Shaymaa leading, they left the store at the entrance next to women's purses. This was the most direct route to the Brasserie, and she was a bit anxious to know what had occurred with M. Bodin. Normally the Metro would be the quickest, but she couldn't begin to question him on THE ISSUE surrounded by the crowd on the Metro. Once across Blvd. Haussmann, Shaymaa stopped and took Robert's hand to pull him purposely to face her. "Wow, I need to know NOW what happened with Monsieur Bodin this morning. I am a bit scared with this sudden issue, whatever it is." Robert paused before responding as he brought her totally into his arms and then stepped back to look directly into her eyes. He noticed a tear in each. He leaned in and kissed each tear, and spoke softly at first. "Shaymaa, Monsieur Bodin offered me the GM position for the Nice store, which is 2nd only to the Paris story for revenue. Making this move should position me as a natural successor to Monsieur Bodin when he retires in a year. That is traditionally how the owners of Galleries Lafayette manage the top officers." Shaymaa was stunned by both the magnificence of the offer as well as what that may mean as to their relationship given the likely physical separation of some sort. Robert was sure of what was going through her mind. He waited for her first response before continuing. "Robert, that is so amazing for you." He quickly responded: "Shaymaa, I want it to be amazing for both of us. I have a week to accept. And, if I accept, I have 4 months before I would assume the position." He continued quickly: "So!, before you ask, I have a plan that I believes satisfies both your professional desires as well as our being married." With a broad smile as he tilted his head slightly, he said sheepishly, "Would you like to hear my plan? .... and/or perhaps, knowing you, you may wish to develop your own plan." "Robert, I clearly want to hear your plan first. I trust your sincerity in accepting my proposal, and I truly trust your judgment, especially as to the workings of the store."

As they turned to continue down the Blvd., Shaymaa shouted out "Amazing. Déjeuner is on me. We will make this amazing opportunity work for us." However, she was already listing in her mind some previously unforeseen challenges to be considered by them for discussion at a later time. To divert her mind from further such thoughts at that point, she reflected on their intimacy the night before and held his hand even more tightly. He could sense her uneasiness.

Upon their arrival at the Brasserie, they were seated under one of the windows. "Robert, not knowing of this opportunity for you, I had already pre-ordered our meal off a special menu. When the waiter arrived, she informed him of the special order and requested a bottle of Trimbach Pinot Gris -"An Alsatian wine with an Alsatian meal." Shaymaa decided not to address the elephant in the room (holding a parasol), and started reflecting on their trip to Nice several weeks earlier. They both remembered several particulars of the Galleries Lafayette there, and their observations then as to how to better arrange the store.

They were nearly finished with the bottle of wine when the waiter returned with the dish she had ordered: Cuisse de Lapin à la Moutarde à l’Ancienne. The presentation was perfect with Robert stating: "Bunnies! Really? Hmmmmmm, what are you thinking about?" He winked with a broad smile. She blushed and ordered a second bottle of wine.

24. The 'No Plan' Plan

They proceeded with their meals talking about the delights of Nice. She was careful not to mention her desire about remaining in Paris with her developing business venture. He said that he had a plan that would work for both of them, and she was waiting for him to present it. Her left leg was twitching under the table, and she shifted in her chair to stop it. Robert noticed that she was picking at her lapin and drinking her wine more aggressively. Suddenly, he sat back in his chair placing his fork on the plate. He reached across the table and took her free hand in his. "Shaymaa, I expect you would like to talk NOW about my plan." As she placed down her fork and staring at her plate, she responded "Yes, Robert. To be candid here, I am a bit scared at the moment about the possibility of a plan that will work well for both of us if I am in Paris and you are in Nice." "I understand Shaymaa. To be truthful, my plan is not perfect for the short term. But, I believe we love each other and are independently strong enough to endure some complexities until M. Bodin retires, and I am brought back in a year or so as COO." Shaymaa sat back in her chair looking directly into his eyes and taking his other hand in hers. "I am ready my Wow for your thoughts .... and YES!, I believe we love each other, and are independently strong enough to endure a lot in the short term for the long term relationship that we each desire."

The second bottle of wine was nearly completed, and the waiter came by to see if they needed anything else at that time. Noticing that they were not yet finished with their entree, but not eating, he asked if he should remove the plates. Shaymaa took the lead, "No! Monsieur we are not finished with the food nor with our life together." She said this with a broad smile looking directly only at Robert. The waiter departed somewhat confused as to the response. Still holding both of his hands in hers, she continued: "Robert. Permit me please to bring your and my concerns to a finish at this point. I Love you dearly and know that you would not expect me to leave either my position with Galleries Lafayette or my business venture so as to be exclusively in Nice with you." Robert nodded. agreement. She continued: "Therefore, we need NO plan. We will work with the issues as they occur. You know my strength, and I know yours. My mind is now at ease about us." "So is mine Shaymaa. GOD! how much I adore and LOVE you."

They proceeded to finish their meal. Robert indicated to the waiter to bring more baguette slices to dip into the sauce. Shaymaa adored this part of his personality that stepped beyond the boundaries of French haute cuisine and got down to the essence of the meal to enjoy it to the utmost. Robert humorously excused himself as he dipped his bread into her plate as well stating that this was proper in New Orleans where he had traveled a number of times. "Really! Monsieur. I was just ready to do that for myself." They both laughed and finished their meal and the wine. Shaymaa requested and paid la addition.

Shaymaa started to stand to leave the restaurant. Robert reached out and held her hand asking her to remain seated. "Shaymaa, there is one more thing I wish to discuss with you." She tightened in her chest. 'What now?' she thought'. Robert continued: "When and how should we announce our engagement?" She relaxed. "Now that you asked the question, I should inform you of Nubian wedding traditions. First of all, Nubian women rarely marry outside of their race in that they are conditioned to only trust Nubian males, .... and often it is a cousin. Second, Nubian wedding ceremonies last for 40 days. Third, the bridegroom is expected to provide gifts, especially garments, to the bride, her sisters, and her mother. So! Robert, do any of those points interest you.?" she said with a grin. Before he could respond, she continued: "Robert, not to worry. I have been Europeanized, so to speak. We have not talked about our individual religious beliefs so far. But, I have no strong loyalty as to my religious upbringing. But, I am somewhat appalled at the practices of the Catholic Church." "No problem there Shaymaa. My family has always been low-order Episcopalians. Now as to our 12 children, I will wish them to be raised in a fashion that is in accordance with the teachings of Abraham's God., whether that be Christianity, Islam, or Judaism." "Whoa! Robert. Surely not 12! I suggest 3 at most". "Agreed!, of course. Just teasing you." Robert stood reaching out to assist Shaymaa in standing. "We will discuss our engagement announcement this evening over a special dinner I wish to introduce you to. The restaurant is very near the Pantheon and offers amazing vegetarian plats." With his arms embracing her, he kissed her tenderly. "Back to the store for the two of us." They left the restaurant hand-in-hand.

25: The Announcement

Robert and Shaymaa had agreed to work until at least 6 given that they had taken an extended lunch. It was understood that Robert would come to her office, and then they would go directly to dinner without going back to either apartment. At 6:15 he arrived at her office with a package that he carried at his side. She made no inquiry as to the package expecting it was something to do with their conversation over dinner regarding how to announce their engagement. Robert enjoyed having surprises for her. With an endearing hug and la biss (in case her employees were watching), he started with "We need to take a taxi to the restaurant I have planned for the evening. The metro connections are too involved and crowded at this time. And, they are not quite close enough to where we are going." She took his arm as they exited the store to the taxi stand across Blvd. Haussmann. As they entered the taxi he told the driver "La Table de Colette près du Pantheon" The driver responded with a snappy "Oui! Monsieur". Given that destination, the driver figured there would be a handsome tip. He knew that this Michelin Guide restaurant was a bit expensive and very highly rated (21 out of 16,000 in Paris) . During the 20 minutes drive given traffic, they each discussed their afternoon avoiding any comments as to this evening's intended conversation. Purposely, Robert did not mention that M. Bodin had left a message in Robert's office as to a meeting between the two at 3 that afternoon.

Upon entering the restaurant, they were seated at one of the few garden tables. The waiter arrived and Robert ordered two kir royales. He then handed the package to the waiter asking to chill it quickly. Shaymaa glanced at Robert with a 'What's up?' expression. Robert understood her expression and explained that M. Bodin had requested that he meet with him in the afternoon at 3. "It so happens that Monsieur Bodin's assistant saw us at lunch today and had mentioned it to him. Monsieur Bodin guessed what was up, and he wished to discuss it with me directly. Soooooo, I told him of our engagement." Shaymaa initial instinct was to be upset because she wanted to discuss the announcement first that evening. But, then again, she calmed recognizing that M. Bodin had brought her into this phenomenal environment. Robert continued: "He greatly appreciates and adores you, and he doesn't want us two members of his management team to leave the store, just in case that is a possibility. Soooooooo, he offered to personally sponsor the announcement of our engagement in the store. Actually, he offered even more as to welcoming our immediate family. Your parents would be flown to Paris for the event, should you agree." Suddenly, Shaymaa became very still and turned from facing Robert. "Robert, as I mentioned to you earlier, as a Nubian woman it is expected that I marry within my community, including the possibility of a cousin. I am betraying that expectation because I know its insanity having moved away from Aswan and having lived in Europe and Britain these last 3 years. I am proud of my heritage, but I am now 'Europeanized' if you will. My brother Ahmed will at least tolerate us because he loves me, and he has a realistic 'worldly' perspective as well. But, that's it." She turned back to face him. "We will have to visit Aswan once we are married to gain my family's understanding and acceptance." "Shaymaa, you know best, and I am certainly willing to go there with you. Maybe we could do a cruise down the Nile from Cairo for our Honeymoon. I always wanted to do that." "You are such a charmer, my Wow."

They continued to talk about the possible challenges of their marriage in her culture. But, Shaymaa was steadfast in her position as an independent woman and therefore not willing to bow to the now-inappropriate practices of her heritage. After several more discussion points, enough time had passed that Robert expected that his request for chilling the contents of the package had passed. He signaled the waiter, and within several minutes the waiter returned with the bottle of Roederer Chystal Champagne, two flutes, and a wine chiller. The waiter twisted the wire retainer the standard 5 turns, popped the cork, and poured the two flutes. No tasting was required for this most acclaimed of Champagnes.

"Tonight, Shaymaa we will enjoy the finest in Champagne and vegetarian dining. But first let us toast to this most extraordinary engagement of two people, as independent and courageous as we each are, to join in marriage. I love you deeply Shaymaa." "And I you Robert." They raised and tapped their flutes together before enjoying the Champagne. The waiter returned shortly with the menu for each. Robert started: "Shaymaa, you did a great job at lunch with the menu, and now, I am taking control." She smiled as she relaxed in her chair refilling both flutes.

The waiter returned to take their order. With that done, Robert started: "Are you OK with what took place between Monsieur Bodin and me as to our engagement?" "Yes, Robert, of course. I owe so much to that gentleman. However, there still are a number of details that need to be sorted out. But, you have already expressed your understanding and appreciation of what I need to do in Aswan. So!, What do we need to do with your family given my heritage and the color of my skin?" Robert laughed as he took both of her hands in his. Smiling "Actually, my LOVE, my family needs some 'color' in the family tree. Seriously, my parents are very progressive and your heritage, your 'color', will not be an issue for them. I suggest that you and I go to their estate in Giverny this coming weekend and announce our engagement." Shaymaa nodded squeezing his hands. Robert continued to discuss his 2 younger siblings and their families who resided in the 14th Arrondissement of Paris.

The restaurant offers a choice of 3, 5 or 7 courses. Robert had chosen the 3-course selection because he desired a relatively short evening at the restaurant, especially given the extended lunch that they had. And, with the champagne added to the Kir Royals, he wanted to be with her back at her apartment for most of the evening. Not that it had been a problem in their past, but he wanted them both to be totally aware of their togetherness this evening.

Robert directed the waiter to bring both the appetizers and the plats together. Both offerings were extraordinary as to presentation, only to be exceeded by the sumptuousness of the taste. It seemed to Robert that Shaymaa was actually cooing as she enjoyed first the compote. He on the other hand was quick to try the extraordinary plat, of which only a few of the contents were identifiable by him. Each of the plats were nearly identical as to a complex design. He said out loud "Where do I start?" Shaymaa was becoming more amusing with her comments as she enjoyed her compote and plat. "Robert, that webbing, whatever, of blue matches your eyes." He responded: "Yes and the green of the compote matches yours." Shaymaa continued: "They go so well together. They were meant to be so just as you and I are meant to be together." The Champagne was kicking in.

Having finished the compotes, plats, and the Champagne, they both sat back to relax in the garden setting. The waiter returned with the dessert menu and cleared the table, the empty Champagne bottle, and the chiller. Robert started, "We have dessert to finish. What is your choice?" Shaymaa reviewed the dessert menu and pointed to the picture of the most appealing to her and then noting that she rather have it back at her apartment. Robert agreed. When the waiter returned, Robert pointed to the picture and simply said "C'est si bon, je finis à la maison." Within several minutes, the waiter returned with the la addition and 2 aluminum swans with each containing the chocolate extraordinaire. The concept of 'Gourmet Bags', aka doggy bags, is gaining increasing acceptance in Parisian restaurants - even the Michelin Guide ones.

With la addition paid, Robert requested the waiter to order a taxi. Within several minutes the waiter returned to say that the taxi had arrived. Within 15 minutes they were at Shaymaa's apartment. It had been an extraordinary day for the two. Upon entering the apartment, Shaymaa immediately went to take a shower to freshen up. Robert went to the kitchen to place the swans in the refrigerator and to open a bottle of Chateauneuf-de-Pape rouge. Shaymaa returned wrapped in her favorite cushy robe with her wet hair surrounding her face. Contrary to his initial expectation, they both rested on the Chaise Lounge on her deck to enjoy the wine and to fade into each other's arms.

They were engaged, and their life together was now 'officially' underway, save an engagement ring.

26: A Family Affair

It was now Saturday morning, and Robert was the first to wake. As was Robert's favorite move in the morning, he rolled over and hovered over Shaymaa gently kissing her lips. She stirred slightly and then placed her arms around him pulling him on top of her. He kissed her again, now passionately. "There you are my Cherie", as he continued to lightly kiss her forehead and around her eyes. Shaymaa shivered involuntarily now holding him even tighter. "Yes Wow!, I am where I want to be right now." With that, he pulled away slightly to lift up her nightgown. Shaymaa lifted her arms as well for the nightgown to slip overhead. He slid to her side and removed his shorts. As he repositioned himself next to her, he closed his eyes remembering their first time together in the Store's suite in Nice. Shaymaa sensed his thoughts and turned to face him. Their legs were entwined as each held the other tightly. No more words were needed as they explored their passions. At one point, Shaymaa was exhausted and pulled away to lie on her back breathing deeply. Robert followed with them lying side by side. He waited some time for Shaymaa's breathing to calm. "Shaymaa, I am excited for you to meet my parents today. They will love you. I told them we would be at the gare in Giverny at 1, which means we need to catch the 11:50 train at Gare Saint-Lazare." Robert then rolled over to be above her and kissed her cheeks, and then her lips. I'll take the shower first and then its all yours." He started to leave, but Shaymaa pulled him in again and kissed him holding him tightly. She was still calming in her mind and other parts of her body.

The train was on time into the Giverny gare. As they stepped from the train, the parents were there with a bouquet in the mother's hand. The father squeezed his wife's left hand when he saw the beauty and stature of Shaymaa. Robert had decided not to tell them of Shaymaa's Nubian heritage. He wanted Shaymaa to realize that she would be honestly welcomed. After hugging their son, the mother turned to Shaymaa and took both of Shaymaa's hands in hers. "Mon Dieu! Shaymaa, it so wonderful to meet you." The father followed with "Absolutely! If you are comfortable with calling us 'Mama & Papa', we would welcome that Habibi." Shaymaa smiled widely when she heard the Arabic word for 'My Dear.' Shaymaa squeezed the mother's hands and then gave the father a warm embrace. Smiling broadly, Robert stated "Well! family, we are starved, and I would like to treat us all to Dejunier at Au Coin du Pain'tre ..... and then I would like Shaymaa to visit Monet's Garden.." The mother interjected "Absolutely!. After déjeuner, Jean and I will return to the house and prepare dîner.

The cafe Robert selected was Au Coin du Pain'tre, a short distance from the gare. When they walked in, the hostess immediately recognized Robert, even though he had not been there for at least 6 years. She led them to a table that was always Robert's favorite on the patio and offered them menus. Robert started with "Martha, these are my parents Maria and Jean, and my Fiancé Shaymaa.' There was a pause by Robert to permit the parents to recognize the word Fiancé. They responded simultaneously. "You ARE ENGAGED?" Maria continued, " I am so excited which we will discuss later. But I am very hungry." All laughed. Robert proceeded, "You already know what I want, but give these people a few moments to decide." As Martha walked away Shaymaa asked for a suggestion. "Well, my normal is a baguette with paté and brie with a chèvre chaud. I also must say that their personal pizzas are excellent with their own country sausage and a robust marinara sauce." All returned to their menus. Martha returned with a carafe of Bordeaux and 4 glasses. "In celebration of your engagement Monsieur Robert. Now your orders, s'il te plaît".

The conversation during the meal was light, but very inquisitive as to Shaymaa's experiences in France. She and Robert alternated in explaining the parasol business, both in her position at Galleries Lafayette and the venture she was planning for a store on Bd. Saint-Germain near the Latin Quarter. Jean became increasingly interested in the discussion, and by the end of the meal he had formatted a plan he wanted to present to Shaymaa that evening.

With the meal finished, Robert paid la addition and all left. Once outside, it was agreed that Jean would pick up the couple at the entrance to Monet's Garden at 4:00. Within several minutes they entered the Garden and begin their own personal tour. They visited Monet's house, the lily Pond, and the Japanese Bridge, which was barely capable to be done in the 3 hours Robert had allotted.

Jean was there when the two departed the Garden. Shaymaa was awe-struck by the beauty of his car. She knew this Citroen DS model well, given that an ex-boyfriend, stock broker, had the same model when she lived in London. Jean was surprised when she kindly 'insisted' in sitting shotgun with Robert taking the back seat. Jean then said, "I'll do one thing better. You drive Shaymaa." "Wow!" was her response as she took the driver seat, which was on the left side unlike her experience in London. She hadn't driven a car for years, but she was quick to take up the offer. Once in the car she turned to Jean and said: "By the way, my nickname for your son is 'Wow'!." All laughed.

With Jean's directions, they arrived to the house in 10 minutes. It was a grand house, indeed. Once inside, Robert led Shaymaa to the veranda on the side as Jean went inside to inform Maria of their arrival and set up the drinks. As he did so, Jean was thinking of when and how to present his plan to Shaymaa. He had first explained it to Maria when they first got to the house, and she was in agreement with his thoughts. Jean returned to the veranda with kir royales around. Within moments Maria was able to join them. A toast was made by Jean to the engagement of the 'kids'. It was now Shaymaa's opportunity to ask questions of the parents regarding their life in this part of France. Jean stated that he was a retired executive at Banque De France, and Maria had been an advertising executive in Paris. Robert and his two siblings were raised in Paris, and Jean and Maria had move to this house when they retired. Thinking ahead as to what he had planned, Jean emphasized his role at the bank was assisting companies seeking capital funds. Maria picked up on her husband's intentions and talked about her marketing experiences with both major and start-up ventures. Knowing his parents so well, Robert sensed their interest in Shaymaa's venture and smiled to himself.

Maria excused herself stating that she had to make the final preparations for dinner. The discussion shifted to Robert as to the latest with him. He described his forthcoming move to Nice, and that he expected to be back in Paris in less than a year to assume the position of CEO, as stated by Monsieur Bodin. With that news, Jean called out to Maria in the kitchen to chill a bottle of Cristal champagne. With that request, Maria came to the veranda to understand what had happened in her absence. When told of Robert's news, she turned and gave her son a hug that only a mother can provide. With that she said that dinner would be ready in 15 minutes, and that they should come in then. Maria left to chill the Champagne.

The dinner table was set with nicoise salads and empty wine glasses and flutes. Jean sat at the head of table and Shaymaa and Robert on opposite sides Maria arrived with Cristal and gave it to Jean to open. With the standard 5 twists of the wired cork, the bottle was opened with a slight 'pop'. Maria took her place at the far end of the table as Jean filled the flutes and proceeded with a toast to the young couple and Robert's news. Maria followed with a prayer of thankfulness for the gathering and the food they were about to consume.

Finishing the Cristal, they started with the salad, which is not typical in French dining. Maria shared with them what their meal would be. She felt this was necessary in case Shaymaa may not be aware of classic French cooking. "Tonight, I have prepared one of Robert's favorite, which I understand may be familiar to you Shaymaa since you are from Egypt. We are having Mondain pigeon that is often referred to as squab in France. This is not the same type of pigeon raised and consumed in Egypt. As you will see shortly, this bird is much larger and more adaptable to various recipes, e.g., stuffings and sauces." Shaymaa kicked Robert under the table, because he knew she hated the pigeon served in Egypt stuffed with a 'dirty' rice and is quite scrawny and difficult to pick off the meat. Shaymaa stated quite sincerely: "I am looking forward to the entrée."

The plat was served by Maria as Jean opened a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape and filled the glasses. The squab was served with a Marchand de Vin sauce and root vegetables on the side. There was very little conversation as the food was consumed. At one point Robert asked his Mom to bring out some crusty bread, which was a staple at the house. He explained to Shaymaa that it was perfectly OK to use the bread to make the most of the sauce. Once the bread was brought to the table, Shaymaa took a piece of bread and did so ... with her letting out a "Yummm". That was the compliment that Maria was awaiting.

With the meal finished by all, Maria cleared the table and headed to the kitchen to prepare the dessert. Jean decided to present his plan to Shaymaa and Robert. Looking directly at Shaymaa he stated: "Let's talk business Shaymaa for a moment." This comment took Shaymaa by surprise as she kicked Robert again under the table. Robert looked at her and shrugged his shoulders indicating he had no idea what was coming - but he did. Jean continued: "As I stated earlier, my experience is in assisting business ventures in obtaining capital funds for their moving forward. My first criterion in doing so is assessing the credibility of the possible client and then the business plan. The fact that you are Robert's fiancé is all that I need to know about you personally. What I would like to know at some point, if you are interested, is your business plan to implement your venture ... and even expand it if that is in your plans. In short, please consider me as a possible investor in making your plans a reality."

Once again, Shaymaa kicked Robert under the table. Once again, he faked a shrugging of his shoulders as in 'I didn't expect this, but let's go with it'. Shaymaa hesitated at first to call Jean 'Papa', but she started: "Papa, I am overwhelmed by your offer. Indeed I am interested in your offer. Obtaining inventory is my first major capital challenge. However, I do not have a respectable business plan yet." Robert interjected at this point: "Papa, thank you for that offer, you will have the business plan shortly. Shaymaa has asked me to assist her with this venture, and between the two of us you will have a business plan soon for your consideration." Jean simply said, "Its settled then. I await your plan. In the morning I will email Robert an example of a pro forma financial statement that we used at the bank." "Wow!' was Shaymaa's response, and they all laughed again.

Maria arrived with 4 servings of ile flottante. With all served, Jean explained what had taken place in her absence. Maria said with great enthusiasm, "Shaymaa, Robert, if you are willing I would like to make this a family venture if you will permit me to assist you two in the marketing of your venture. That was my occupation for 30 years in Paris and across France." "Wow! and Wow!" proclaimed Shaymaa. All 4 laughed.

THIS IS NOT THE END. MORE IS BEING PREPARED. SO!, CHECK BACK.

WARREN continued

Thu, 04 Aug 2022 16:50:23 +0000

A STORY FOR THE CHILD IN ALL OF US:

Twitch and Fluffy had well settled together into the shed provided for them in the fenced-in yard of the elderly couple who had purchased them at the Fair. Within 3 months their first litter of 6 'kits' were born. All 6 were healthy and received full attention from Fluffy and would so until they reached their own maturity in 3 months. There were 3 each of male and female, and Fluffy and Twitch agreed that they would each name the 3 female and 3 males respectively.

From left to right, given their individual characteristics, the 3 females were named Greycious, Puff, Snow, ... and the 3 males Stud, Dreamer, and Nosey.

Given the rapid maturity of the kits, the shed had soon become too crowded for all. Hence, the elderly couple had to decide that which they had not considered when they first brought Twitch and Fluffy to their house. That is, the kits would have to be given away to loving homes.

For children hearing or reading this story, it should be noted that mother rabbits are not maternal as are humans as to providing for their children. In fact, they consider their responsibility as to bringing the children into maturity within several months and to let them be as they will. This is the true nature of rabbits. Hence, when the elderly couple made the decision to give away the kits once they were fully grown, Fluffy and Twitch would be happy for their kits and would not feel the loss as we humans do with the departure of our children.

Indeed, as with most sisters and brothers, each of the kits had very individual personalities. Dreamer, for example, rarely interacted with his

brothers and sisters. True to his name, he would spend most of the sunny days laying on his back near the opening to the shed in a wealth of tall grass looking for images in the clouds as they rolled by. His favorite vision was a cloud that reminded him of Snow and her pure white fur. On rainy days, Dreamer would shelter himself by the fence under some large ferns relaxing with the sound of the rippling creek nearby. On these days he would simply relax on his back while chewing endlessly on several thin firms and thinking of absolutely nothing, well nothing seriously.

As to Stud and Nosey, these two young males at first would spend much of their days competing with each other in a typical boyish fashion by the fence that bordered the woods. Twitch had warned them that were several foxes in the woods in that portion of the fence, and that they should stay clear of that area. But for Stud and Nosey this information created a challenge to see which one could get the closest and stay the longest near the fence. How foolish they were in that one day a fox did appear on the other side of the fence while Nosey was strutting along with a false sense of security. At first, Nosey didn't see the fox until it snipped harmlessly at him through the fence. Although not injured, both rabbits scurried back to the shed with their tails and noses twitching uncontrollably. Twitch immediately sensed their fear and proceeded to scold them: "I HOPE YOU LEARNED A LESSON AS TO LISTENING TO ME!" Indeed, they had for they took their boyish games to the fence near the creek from that time on.

As to the 3 females, they would spend sunny days lounging near the haystack in a corner of. the yard. They would often discuss their brothers, especially the childish competition between Stud and Nosey - 'How silly those two boys are.' was the common thought'. Greycious was the largest of all of the kits and would often nudge herself into the softest pocket of the haystack. Puff and Snow would settle for the edge of the haystack not wishing to challenge Greycious' demand for space. When Fluffy would join them for playtime, their favorite game was when Mom would go to the garden to obtain a bunch of parsnips (a particular favorite of young rabbits), and then hide the parsnips in the other side of the haystack for the 3 to find, with the winner having it to herself; Well! only initially for Fluffy would make it clear that they were required to share nonetheless.

In turn, there was some jealously between the 3 females that developed in several weeks given the difference in the level of attention that each would receive from children in the neighborhood. That is, the neighborhood children were permitted to enter the rabbits' fenced-in area to interact with them on almost a daily basis. Snow, with her pure white fur and delicate nature, seemed to be the favorite of 3 year old Suzy from the house next door to the elderly couple.
Suzy would very gently pick up Snow and cuddle her endlessly, - AS ALL rabbits truly enjoy. It was 8 year old Johnny that would continue to crudely pick up Greycious in a very uncomfortable way for her. Hence, Greycious really didn't like Johnny and would attempt to hide in a corner of the shed when she saw him enter the yard. That meant that Puff became the target for Johnny in that the male rabbits were too quick for Johnny to catch.

At night, all of the kits would return to the shed to share a meal of fresh carrots and crisp leafage that Fluffy and Twitch gathered from the garden provided by the elderly couple; Only Mom and Dad were permitted in the garden. Each of the kits was expected to talk about their experiences that day. So often the girls would note the things that the boys did that day that might get the boys in trouble with Mom and Dad. In return, Stud and Nosey would make funny faces at the girls, but not insight of Mom or
Dad. Before going to sleep, each of the kits were given tasks that they were to do the next day. The boys were expected to straighten up the shed with new straw from the haystack, and the girls were required to clean up generally around the yard, but NEVER near the fence. They all were told about Stud's and Nosey's experience with the fox.

Several weeks later the family was confronted with the inevitable. The elderly couple had encouraged some neighbors to visit and possibly take one of the kits with them for a new home. Suzy's parents were the first to take up the offer. Indeed, they selected Snow given Suzy's interaction with her. At first, the other kits were surprised to see Snow taken outside of the fenced-in yard. Shortly after Snow's departure, Fluffy and Twitch brought the other kits into the crowded hut and explained to them that this was natural for the family. They explained that this was NOT a sad moment in any way. Rather, this was a JOYFUL day for Snow in that she would be with a loving human family and well taken care of. They told them that there would be a time soon when each of them would have the same opportunity to be with their own human family. Stud and Nosey were indifferent at that point as to the human families. As young males their only thoughts at that point were about pursuing their individual freedoms, especially the creek next to the yard. True to nature, Dreamer only wished to be left alone in his enjoying nature around him, especially the clouds. However, for Greycious and Puff there was some anxiousness for them. Greycious would have to find other things to have control over given her nature as the largest of the female kits. However, Puff was hoping that she would also would soon escape so as to not have to deal with Jonny any longer.

The next day, two families came to visit the rabbits. The first family had both a young boy and girl that were at first shy as to approaching the kits. Instinctively, Puff saw her opportunity and approached the girl by brushing up to her leg and then rolling over on her back. The mother of the child told her that it was ok to pet the rabbit and not to be scared. Within minutes, both the girl and boy were requesting their turn with Puff. Puff left with that family within an hour.

The second family first saw Dreamer when they entered the fenced-in yard. Their son immediately approached Dreamer to pet him. Dreamer was surprised at this sudden attention and simply laid there at first. But, the young boy continued his petting and then gently holding Dreamer to cuddle him. Dreamer was the next to leave. It was now the 3 kits that returned to shed for dinner that evening. Twitch and Fluffy spent the evening with the 3 discussing that their turn was to come as to being adopted.

The next day, there was only 1 visitor. Early in the morning, a young woman with flowing gowns entered the yard with some carrots in her hand. She simply sat on a bench within the yard near the gate and held the carrots out from her without any beckoning of the kits. Her thought was to have one of the remaining 3 kits pick her, and not the other way around. Stud and Nosey were not interested and continued with their boyish games at the fence along the creek. Greycious, however, came from her space in the haystack to observe this young woman. Having it already been several days without her sisters, Greycious' ears were drooping from her loneliness. At the same time, however, the sight of the carrots at this early. time of the day gave her some incentive to approach the woman. Slowly she left her secluded spot in the haystack and approached the woman. Noting the approach of Greycious, the woman held the currents out further from her and laid them on the ground in front of her. Greycious cautiously approached the carrots and took one in her paws and proceeded to eat it in a most joyous manner. She then started for a second carrot, and the woman reached out to touch Greycious gently on her head. Greycious bowed her head to receive the woman's touch only to be brought to the woman's chest to be cuddled. Greycious had this sudden feeling of comfort that she had not felt before and settled comfortably into the woman's arms. Greycious was taken out of the yard that afternoon by the woman.

The 2 young males returned to the shed that evening for dinner unaware of what had happened that day. The absence of their brother and 3 sisters had not settled into their minds until then. Twitch and Fluffy sensed their sons' sudden awareness and possible concern as to their future as the boys started to think beyond their boyish games. Twitch decided to take the boys aside and ask them about their feelings. Stud was the first to speak saying that he feared that he and Nosey would be separated. Twitch thought about this for a moment and said that he had the strategy for the two when the next visitor would arrive at the yard. The boys listened intensely as Twitch provided the strategy to them. He made it clear to them that they both had to follow it if indeed they wanted to be together moving forward.

The next day was rainy in the morning with the sun coming out at noon. As usual, the boys were loafing by the fence near the creek under some large ferns. However, their interaction was different this morning given the advice of Twitch. It was not competitive between them now, but rather serious how to take their Dad's advice. When the sun was out, a couple of young men visited the yard. They were new to the neighborhood and had heard that there were rabbits that could be adopted. When they entered the yard, the 2 men went in different directions seeking out the rabbits that were there. Stud and Nosey down by the creek noted them before they were noted by the 2 men. With their Dad's suggestion in mind, each of the boy's approach one of the men by rubbing up against a leg, and then turning on their backs so as to be petted on their stomachs. Twitch's strategy, assuming there was a couple, was then to approach the other individual of the couple and do the same. So, the two boys did so. That did it as the two men agreed that they should take both rabbits. And so, it was, all 6 kits had been adopted, and only Twitch and Fluffy remained in the yard and in the shed that evening. To be clear, Twitch and Fluffy were BOTH very happy for their children, with the prospect that there would be more in their future.

So is the life of domesticated rabbits.

The Other ANGELS

Thu, 10 Feb 2022 19:28:36 +0000

I do believe that many. of us have been, or will be, 'touched' by Angels in some fashion - although we might not recognize their presence at the time. I am not referring only to Angels, also referred by many as 'beings of light', as believed by the primary monothesim religions (only one God ... or the oneness of God) stemming from Abraham: Islam, Judaism, and Christianity. Muslims in particular believe that Angels are created from light by God. Jews and Christians believe that Angels are glowing with light from the burning of God's passion within them. In either case, the belief in God's Angels is a beautiful passion that the believers in the 3 religions, as well as several other ones, find peace and meaning at times.

It is not my purpose below to challenge or in any way compromise such beliefs. Rather, as presented in the following 4 stories below, I think all can find meaning and comfort in understanding that there is of an Angelic nature amongst us that are ... simply stated ... US.

STORY 1: About 30 years ago, I was wind surfing on Lake Erie about 2 miles off shore. It was a stiff 15-20 mph wind, and I had foolishly selected my largest sail with which I had been able to handle well in the past. The wind was coming from the West which gave me excellent tacking attributes to reach out into the lake and then turn to return to the beach. The waves were about 3 feet high, quite rough, but they provided for an utmost thrill when one goes with the waves. That is, when I would cap the crest, I would then accelrate down the leading edge - most exhilarating. Going against the waves was exciting as well as i pounded each crest holding tightly on to the boom and bending at my knees to absorb the power of the waves as they lifted me. Having such an amazing time for 45 minutes or so, I didn't realize how much energy that I had expended, that is until I was catapulted from the board by a sudden wind gust. Not experienced in water-starts (being pulled up by the wind in the sail to mount the board), I pulled myself onto the board and tried endlessly to get the large sail out of the water while being tossed by the waves. I became totally exhausted and simply hung onto the edge of the board to rest. Within minutes, I realized that wind had changed, and I was drifting further out into the lake. There were no boats out there, given the lake's roughness, that I could signal for help. In short, I was on my way to Canada. Suddenly, there was an individual on the surface of the water facing me with the bright sun directly behind him, thereby partially blinding my ability to focus on his face immediately. He then spoke: "Hi! Are you OK?" I responded that I was really bushed. At that point I noticed his life jacket and that he was sitting on his board. He had dropped his sail to be aside me. He quickly introduced himself as a windsurfer that had left Canada hours ago heading for the U.S. coast. He then very sternly said: "Get up NOW, and go to shore. You can't hang here given the wind change.." With that said, he water-started and took off towards the shore and disappeared quickly from my view. I got on the board, quickly managed my sail in the waves and tacted to shore. He was not there. He was my Angel.

STORY 2: On a football Sunday afternoon 10 years ago, I had gone to Lowes to pick up some supplies for a carpentry project. I was on my way home on a well-travelled street when I noticed a 50-something woman seriously staggering on the opposite sidewalk. I continued on for some distance, and then turned around with the thought of possibly assisting her in some fashion. I pulled off the road just ahead of her and got out of the car to address her. She was seriously trashed with just enough awareness to tell me she was on her way home from a party. I asked her where she lived, and she pointed off in a direction where there was a complex of houses. I then offered her a ride. She nodded and got into my car. As she was doing that, I noticed that a car had pulled off the road some distance behind us in the same direction. She slurred her address, and I proceeded. Within several minutes, I was in front of her house. She said that she indeed did have her keys. Noticing that the same car had followed me and had stopped a hundred yards back, I told her that I would wait until she was in her front door. As she was departing the car, she turned back to me and asked most sincerely: "Are you an Angel?" "No, just a neighbor." I drove away once she was inside her door, but returned several minutes later to make sure that the car that I had noticed had left. It had.

STORY 3: Skiing in Utah several years ago, the snow showers the night before had revived the slopes and the glades with 10 inches of champagne powder, the best in the world. In less than 2 hours all of the slopes were 'skied out" as to the powder. For experienced skiers, this meant that the glades were next to seek more powder.

Although really stupid to do in that I was on my own, I took off for some fairly open glades. Within minutes upon entering the glades, i realized that the challenges that I was facing were more than a tad beyond my skills. But, nonetheless, I had committed and was well into confronting serious challenges. Realistically expecting falls that day, I had attached ski straps to my skiis that would lead me to a ski(s) in the deep powder should either, or both, come off my boots. (I had chosen the color of bright orange for these straps to match my jacket- another defense move on my part. The alternative lime green straps were just to inappropriate, IMHO.). About half way down the glades, I entered a plethora of Aspen pines with tight spacing, I tensed looking for turning points while avoiding low-hanging branches that are really quite wicked as they slap your arms in passing them. Clearing that bunch of pines, I had stopped to determine my next turns in this forest from Hell and heard a faint: "Hello, anyone there?" Breathing heavily from my exertion, I responded: " Hello, where are you? Do you need help?" The response was immediate and more powerful "I'm in a tree-well and can't get out ... It sounds as if you are just above me. .... I seriously need your assistance," Indeed, it was late in the afternoon, and the Ski patrol might not be searching this area within voice range to check for stranded skiers. Within moments, I was at his side and was able to extend a ski pole to help him extract himself form the imprisioning snow-well. Although not stated in a religious way, he said upon exiting the well. "Thank you Sir. You are my Angel." We both proceeded to ski together to exit the glades, with each of us heading for the groomed slopes for the remaining of the day.

STORY 4: My wife and I have just adopted a 4 year old English Cream Golden Retriever. Jazz had been used for breeding given his excellent lineage. Fortunately for us, the owner is a 92 year old breeder of Golden Retrievers who wished the dog to have a permanent-family home. With some training, Jazz is adapting very well to an inside home environment, along with a huge back yard ... and very loving human parents. Jazz is so sweet and docile as to both people and animals. So! Here's the point. It is my wife's desire to visit hospitals with Jazz for the emotional benefits of patients to provide one source of unconditional affection. NO! Jazz will not be perceived to be an Angel, but he will unquestionably deliver Angelic affection.

Again, it is only my point to note the benefits of us humans ... and pets that can deliver Angelic wonderfulness, whether the receiver is religious or not.

Gratin Dauphinoise

Thu, 04 Aug 2022 16:42:25 +0000

Over the years with my extensive travel in France, there are 4 food items that I consistently look for on a restaurant's menu: 2 deserts (Tarte Tatin & Ile Flottante), 1 side dish (Gratin Dauphinois). and one sauce for beef (Marchand de Vin). As to the deserts, I have mastered them, that is with my own version of Ile Flottante. As to sauces, I have a phenomenal recipe for Boeuff Bourguignon where I discard the beef that was used, and then use the sauce on some extraordinary piece of steak, e.g., Ribeye Cap. Finally, as to the side dish of Gratin Daughinoise, I have also mastered that, but only by cheating on the true French recipe, as I explain below.

I have mentioned Gratin Daughinoise in my posting: "Villefranche sur Mer: Without" on this blog. I first had this dish at a small, traditional-French restaurant in Beaulieu sur Mer, that no longer exists. Every year, for 15 years or so, for my vacation in Villefranche sur Mer, I would go to this restaurant in this next village to be entertained by the owner, Christophe. Regardless of what I ordered, Christophe would complement with a serving of Gratin Daughinoise ever since my first visit when I raved about it. After several years of going there, I asked Christophe for the recipe. Very simple: sliced potatoes baked in heavy cream until tender and browned on the top. That was it. The next year when I returned, and having failed several times to do this in the U.S., I challenged him. "Christophe, what cheese do you use to get the creamy richness of the dish?" His response was crisp and direct. "Monsieur Ron, I use NO cheese - just potatoes and cream... and a touch of nutmeg and garlic", he finally shared). After dinner I asked Christophe about the potatoes, since that was apparently the variable in what i had prepared. He noted that the potatoes were from the North of France and particularly starchy, hence explaining the creaminess of his dish. With that said, I was prepared to return to the States and make the appropriate adjustment in the potatoes I used.

Long story short, I was still failing to achieve what he served. Soooooooooo, I cheated as to the recipe by adding Gruyere cheese in between the layers of potatoes. FANTASTIC - the recipe follows:

By providing my recipe below, I must be candid in that the portions I describe are quite variable, and yet always fantastic. This 'recipe', regardless of minor fluctuations, is fail proof in my opinon, in my experience.

Using a salamander (you should have this in your kitchen), slice 2- 2.5 pounds of skinned "gold" potatoes to 1/16 inch. Some suggest 1/8 inch, but that can require additional cooking time.
lightly spray a 9x12 ceramic dish with oil, at least on the edges to facilitate washing,
Rub some garlic juice on the bottom. Not sure why, but this dish really doesn't require garlic.
Using the salamander (see!, it is important) make thin slices of Gruyere cheese, maybe 4-6 ounces.
Now make a first layer of potatoes to cover the bottom thoroughly.
Cover that layer with 1/4 of the Gruyere slices.
lightly sprinkle some nutmeg over the layer.
Repeat with additional layers of potatoes, cheese and nutmeg until the potatoes are used.
For the very top, be sure to end with some cheese
Now pour over 2/3 cup of heavy cream for it to seep down between the layers, I really don't know how much cream to use ... very subjective.... but you don't want this to be soupy at the end.
Bake at 400 until the top is well browned and the potatoes are easily pierced with a skewer.
Lastly, let it cool for minimum of 15 minutes for it to congeal to some point that it can be cut and served properly.

So given my imprecise instructions, you may want to try at least once before serving company .... or just blame me if your attempt fails. Lastly, I find that leftovers don't freeze well. The stuff is kind of mushy when heated again. However, portions reheat very well if not frozen.

I 'blued' It

Fri, 12 Aug 2022 01:15:21 +0000

When doing research on horseshoe crabs for a possible story (similar to the "Sam & Sandy" posting on this blog regarding seahorses), I learned that their blood is blue, as with octopuses. Their blood is also very valuable ($15,000 per quart) given essential medical needs explained later. The blue color is due to it being copper-based as human blood is red given it being iron based. BUT, that made me think about human blood. Check out this diagram, or something similar, that is universally provided in medical educational materials as to the distribution of veins and arteries in the human body. Clearly, as shown from such materials, the blood that leaves the heart via arteries, having been 'oxidized', in the lungs consists of some red ferrous-ferric-oxide-compound that is pumped to feed oxygen to the body cells. Once used by cells (deoxidized, aka, chemically reduced), the now 'blue blood' is returned to the lungs via veins for re-oxidation. (Having a degree in Metallurgy, I had thought of this as an oxidation/reduction process as with coal and iron ore in making steel.) Again, such medical education materials are used universally ranging from 9th grade students for health classes to medical students pursuing their degrees. Lastly, the proof of the pudding, so to speak, is within your own veins as you observe them as blue under your skin.

However, the blue blood thing just described is FALSE. The blood in the veins is actually a dark red and only appears blue due to the inability of light's blue spectrum to penetrate the skin - an optical illusion.

SIDE POINT: Although rare, there is a possibility of some green blood in humans. It is due to an excessive exposure to sulfur-containing compounds by the body that prevents iron binding with oxygen, thereby producing sulfhemoglobin, which is green, dark blue, or even black, in lieu of red hemoglobin. So this might suggest that Vulcans are sulfur based - just thinking.

  
    Back to the horseshoe crab:   As per the internet, "The marvelous thing about horseshoe-crab blood, though, isn’t the color. It’s a chemical found only in the amoebocytes of its blood cells that can detect mere traces of bacterial presence and trap them in inescapable clots. To take advantage of this biological idiosyncrasy, pharmaceutical companies burst the cells that contain the chemical, called coagulogen. Then, they can use the coagulogen to detect contamination in any solution that might come into contact with blood. If there are dangerous bacterial endotoxins in the liquid—even at a concentration of one part per trillion—the horseshoe-crab blood extract will go to work, turning the solution into what the scientist Fred Bang, who co-discovered the substance, called a 'gel'. “This gel immobilized the bacteria but did not kill them,” Bang wrote in the 1956 paper announcing the substance. “The gel or clot was stable and tough and remained so for several weeks at room temperature.”If there is no bacterial contamination, then the coagulation does not occur, and the solution can be considered free of bacteria. It’s a simple, nearly instantaneous test that goes by the name of the LAL, or Limulus amebocyte lysate, test (after the species name of the crab, Limulus polyphemus).The LAL test replaced the rather horrifying prospect of possibly contaminated substances being tested on “large colonies of rabbits.” Pharma companies didn’t like the rabbit process, either, because it was slow and expensive. Each year, half a million horseshoe crabs are captured and bled alive to create an unparalleled biomedical technology" - probably millions more now given Covid.

Sam & Sandy

Mon, 29 Aug 2022 01:15:05 +0000

The following story is aligned (pretty-much) with the characteristics of seahorses.

Sam was nearly a year old. He and his nearly 400 siblings in his brood resided in the open waters off the California coast. It was in the middle of summer and each of his two eyes individually scanned the water for seaweed and small crustaceans to vacuum via his snout to feed his voracious hunger. It was also time for his first search for a mate. To start his pursuit, Sam first dilated the opening in his 'brooding pouch' and expanded it by filling it with water. His pouch would be used for the fertilization of the female's eggs, followed by delivery, that would be placed there by an accepting female. He also changed his color to a light yellow as a further enhancement to his natural brownish color. Once he was chosen by a female, they would be life-long mates.

Seahorses are monogamous and are among the few animal species in which the male bears the unborn young.

Sam had approached several females only to be ignored by them as they swam away. At this point, Sam expelled the water from his expanded pouch and moved to the seaweed where he would attached himself with his tail for stability in the slight current. It was only a few moments later when he noticed another female with his left eye. He casually turned his body preparing to turn on his 'charm' once again. He let go of the seaweed, lowered his head, expanded his pouch, and swam slowly toward the female rapidly fluttering his dorsal fin His yellow coloring had expanded across his body with additional intensity; his pouch was not to be ignored. Unlike the previous. females, Sandy was not shy and changed her color as well. The courtship 'dance' began with short bursts of the two swimming together with their tails entwined. Sam continuously pointed his snout upwards guiding the two to the surface. Near the surface, Sandy placed her abdomen close to Sam's brooding pouch and squirted in hundreds of eggs. With a gestation period of less than 20 days, this could have been the first of several egg deliveries that summer had the following not happened.

After mating, the two wrapped their tails around some seaweed with the waters getting murky. A storm was brewing on the surface, and the currents were getting to be too much for the stability for either of the two. Suddenly, a large shark swam by creating an increase in current beyond what Sandy had prepared for. In a moment she was swept away without Sam's notice in that he was lower on the seaweed.

It would not be until morning that the water would clear and the current subsided that Sam untangled from the seaweed and headed towards the surface to join Sandy. He was totally confused with her absence. He instinctively understood that Sandy was his lifetime mate, but she was gone. He still had another 14 days of carrying the eggs to delivery, and his natural defense mechanisms kicked in. Given that seahorses are a common feed for crabs, rays, and crustaceans, his instinct was first to provide protection for the brood he was carrying, and then to seek Sandy. Should that search fail, then he would need to find a new mate that would accept him, if that was even possible.

He headed to a small cave he had noticed in the coral nearby as a place to avoid his predators. The burden of the hundreds of eggs in his expanded brood pouch affected his agility. Once in the cave, he attached his tail to an edge of the coral. He was determined to reside there until the brood was delivered. The gestation period passed, and his brood was released inside of the cave. They were all on their own now; his 'parenting' was complete. His primary instinct now was to seek Sandy. He left that first cave staying just above the bottom to avoid crabs, but not so high to. be swept in by the rays circling in the water. He went from cave to cave within the same reef looking for Sandy. He purposely expanded his brood pouch and changed his outer color to the same yellow that he had used to attract Sandy initially. As with his first mating experience, he was rejected by several female seahorses, even though that was not his intent. Instinctively, he was only seeking Sandy. The rejection received from the females nonetheless, had an effect on him. However, that rejection made him even more intent to find Sandy.

Again, a storm was brewing on the surface with even more disruption in the water than when he was separated from Sandy. He struggled desperately against the aggressive current to make it to a small cave in the coral. Once there, he again attached his tail to a coral spike for stability. He was quite exhausted with the effort and didn't think to deflate his pouch to wait through the storm and the light of the forthcoming morning. Being of the type of seahorse that is inactive at night, Sam settled into a 'comfort' state. It would not be until morning that his eyes would begin to notice his environment, that is once the water cleared from the storm. In the early morning, Sam felt some unusual nudging against his back. His excellent eyesight was not able yet to determine the source for pressure against his backside. But, he was unable to move his dorsal fin that provided propulsion. He deflated his brood pouch as a means to break free from this restriction as well as using his tail to push away. That worked as he turned to face the obstacle .... It was Sandy, that by chance, was also looking for a safe position during the passing storm, and she had found her way to the same cave after her horrendous wanderings since first being swept away by currents weeks before. Within moments they were clutching to each other with their tails entwined.

There would be more broods that summer as Sam and Sandy purposely stayed within eyesight of each other, even when clinging to seaweed for the evening.

BUBBLES

Mon, 29 Aug 2022 01:02:52 +0000

I partially viewed a documentary recently on Hulu regarding 'THE VILLAGES' and its 'BUBBLE' for the inhabitants. This is an age-restricted community of 10,000's homes, expanding to 70 square miles, for 55+ individuals in Ocala, FL. Each of the 81 individual villages that have been developed over the decades in 3 counties to meet endless housing demand, is a village within itself with its own golf course, community center, pool, tennis courts, etc. Given the uniqueness of this archipelago of housing complexes, The Villages is also known for sinkholes in the area. Interestingly, the Villages has been reported as having a very high level of STD, although the actual statistics don't seem to support that. The following is my view of The Villages based upon my several visits there.

BUT, REALLY? Don't all of us have a BUBBLE in which we live? Some bubbles are more physically expansive for those that can travel, as I do, but a bubble nonetheless as to some composition of boundaries, whether those boundaries be physical, economic, social, cultural, and/or perhaps religious. ... whatever. The term BUBBLE is not a negative perspective unless one is constrained to satisfy his/her desires ... including moving beyond one's given Bubble's boundaries. I would argue that finances are perhaps the greatest constraint for most, followed by religious and cultural restrictions for a select set of individuals. Even still in this age, racism can be a boundary for so many.

There clearly are bubbles for some individuals with which I don't want to interact with or engage ... nor they with me in a friendly fashion. Specifically, those individuals with radical beliefs that are not founded in reality. Unfortunately, the examples have been amazing as to their numbers in the last 4-5 years, seemingly stemming from the T***p Presidency. I refer to those lost individuals that either are so ignorant of facts, or unwilling to accept facts, even in light of proven statistical, scientific principles that define our world. The leading example currently, following the total BS of the never ending 'Big Lie' is that of COGVID vaccines and the associate principles of individual and social protraction. The BUBBLE of such individuals is so distorted as to foundation, structure, and reasoning. Unfortunately, these ignorant individuals have the same right to vote their mindset in U.S. society which can, and has, influenced some portion of the 'leaders' of our country. These are 'leaders' that are willing to compromise their integrity and constitutional responsibilities for their fatuous belief of how they will retain their position in the long term by feeding on such ignorance. So NO!, I don't argue with such individuals.

After Thought: Several minutes after making this posting, my mind thought about my metallurgy undergraduate degree and the concept of plastic vs. elastic expansion of metals, e.g., steel. There is a test in measuring steel as to the Stress/Strain curve where a specific shape of steel is placed in a device that pulls on one or both ends with increasing stress. The result is the determination of strain (stretch) of the piece until fracture. As shown in this diagram, the piece increases in length proportionally to the stress (green area) up to a point. If the stress is removed, the metal returns to its original length. This is the elastic region. However, if the stress increases further, the stretch becomes unproportionable to the point of failure, i.e., the plastic region. Notice the slight drop in the stress as the plastic regions initiates, and then the stress continues to rise and then drops after the 'Ultimate strength' prior to fracture.

In my mind, I find this stress/strain curve to be analogous to the life's experiences for many individuals. As to myself, I have usually operated in the green zone and had avoided the plastic region for 72 years. However, my last 2 years has taken me beyond my elastic range. My 'mild' bout with prostate cancer and a serious spine infection, did take me into the blue zone by not permitting me to return as aggressively to my physical activities as discussed in another posting on this blog: "Measurement of Self". Not to be discussed to any extent here for now, but indeed there is a point of fracture at some point.

After, After Thought: There is another critical characteristic of steel that may apply to some, e.g., snow skiers, serious mountain climbers, etc. There is a 'Transition Temperature" where steel is ductile above that temperature, but becomes quite brittle at and below that temperature. This test is used for measuring. the acceptance of steel pipe, for example, in frigid environments. I leave it to the reader to find the analogy for humans.

Jail Bird

Thu, 04 Aug 2022 16:55:55 +0000

"Yes! Virginia there really is a 'get out of jail free' card". It is provided by a large NYPD union to friends and relatives offering the possibility of preferential treatment for minor offenses. ... OR ... one can be so fortunate enough to be falsely accused of a jail-able offense.

Long story short, I was recently pulled over for passing a car at 60 mph in a 40 zone. I had been trailing a slug for 2 miles in a 2 lane street going 20 in the zone. When I reached a section of 2 lanes each way, I kicked in my sports car for a mere 4-5 seconds to pass what was an unmarked cop car. My foot was immediately off the accelerator once around the car, but it was tooooooooo late. Upon being pulled over and confronted by the officer, I offered my explanation but not contesting the ticket I assume I would receive.

GOOD NEWS - No Ticket. BAD NEWS, the officer requested that I get out of the car to go through a series of sobriety drills ... I did. There were 6 tests, two of which I was not able to perform well: standing on one foot for some time and walking a heel-to-toe for 7 steps. My poor performance of those two drills were enough for the officer to arrest me for DUI and take me to Central Lockup for the next 24 hours. I passed the other four tests handsomely, IMHO.

BUT, here's the point. I was under the .08 limit breath test when tested at the jail. Also, the urine sample I provided was clear of any illegal drugs as well as marijuana since I have never used any of those, Really!. And my failure to perform the mentioned 2 tests was due to my age complicated by serious surgery a year previously as well as a possibly-fatal infection in the spine that really messed with my muscle coordination and balance (I lost 35 pounds). In fact, I had posted a story on this blog, "Measurement of Self" on this very point in April, 2021 as to the devastating effect on my snow skiing due to medical issues. At 3pm the next day I was in front of an initial judge that released me without any need for bail, "Personal Recognition", with my license returned to me, thereby demonstrating his judgement that I was clearly not guilty of the DUI. However, I still have to go to court for a final judgement at the cost of $3,500 for the lawyer to handle properly.

So!, the above is the setup for the following 'Just Thinking' posting:

First of all, my substantial educational background in mathematics and statistics requires me to recognize that a singular event provides NO basis for projecting norms. However, with that said, I have to say that my singular event of 24 hours in jail was an extraordinary experience for me. Clearly it was not pleasurable as to sleeping on the floor for only several hours between 6 and 8 AM and rejecting the slop that was served for minimal sustenance. I was not in there for the 'privileges' imagined for white collar crime. I was in there with a number of inmates facing either misdemeanor or felony charges for the most common crimes that one would expect of the 'common folk.' Regardless of my upper-middle class standing in the community, my advanced education, and my professional achievement, I was their equivalent facing charges that so many of my social crowd would snub with only a smidgeon of compassion. The following bullets are my observations of my singular event"

First of all, the majority of guards/officers were equal with all, regardless of color. They assisted where they could in dealing with individual difficulties of the inmates. Granted, there was one cell mate that was totally out-of-control, but again the guards dealt with that individual quite well;
When I was waiting for my initial appearance in front of a judge with about 15 inmates in a crowded holding cell (hand/ankle cuffed no less), one guy asked me how old I was. When I said 74, I instantly became a comical, but kindly, interest for the group. Half of the conversation was not understandable to me given their slang, but it was all friendly with me feigning understanding deprecating statements. Seriously, however, 2 of the older black guys asked me several times if I was OK in that they were genuinely concerned for my welfare given the circumstances and my age, I was greatly touched by this momentary association with my solitary white presence in this group of individuals.
Now forgotten, I was told of tricks to cover the use of drugs - something about taking gelatin to capture the offending chemicals that would be expelled through normal human processes and not detectable ... whatever.
Also, now forgotten, are slang words spoken by this crowd who were repeatable inmates.
Not understanding the process of being admitted to the jail and the steps required to finally get to a cell and find some level of peace while awaiting the process to be released was indeed intimidating for me. But again, my cell mates were more than kind in assisting me in understanding the process and the length of time that would be required.

Again, this was a singular event from which generalities cannot be accurately stated. Except for the $3,500 lawyer fee, it was indeed a unique experience that has added to my life and appreciation of what I have, given my 'white privilege' to be honest here. NO, I am not suggesting that all of my 'class' need to experience. My family, my education, and my sense of self would normally have prevented having any knowledge of the world for others without those primary benefits.

Hazelnut Meringue Gateau Noisette -

Thu, 04 Aug 2022 16:58:11 +0000

Make this cake 1 day before serving. It’s irregular appearance is a nice accent to its wonderful taste. It can be served alone or, for example, with a white chocolate sauce, or with good vanilla ice cream that has been beatened to soften and then rechilled as necessary to provide a smooth texture.

MERINGUE LAYERS

6 egg whites
1-1/2 cups castor sugar ( beat sugar in a blendor)

FILLING

2 egg whites
1 cup confectioner's sugar
1 cup unsalted butter
4 oz. semi-sweet cooking chocolate 1 teaspoon lemon juice
1 cup chopped hazelnuts

Preheat oven to 300. line two large baking sheets with non-stick silicone paper ( suggest trying waxed paper sprayed with non-stick stuff on top of double-bottom cookie sheets. If you don’t have either silicon paper or silcon mats, and therefore use the wax paper, there is a great chance that the meringues will stick in places and will be a real pain to separate from the paper when done. Don’t worry too much, however, once the layers are sandwiched together with the filling, the mistakes will not be noticed.

In a mixing bowl, beat the egg whites with a wire whick until they are light and frothy. Beat in 1/4 cup of the sugar and continue beating until the whites form stiff peaks. Carefully fold in the remaining sugar. Spread the mixture into four circles, each about 1/4 inch thick, two on each of the prepared cookie sheets.

Place the sheets in the oven and bake for about 1 hour. Turn the circles over and bake for a further 15 minutes. Remove the meringue circles from the oven and leave them to cool.

Meanwhile prepare the filling. In a mixing bowl set over a pan of simmering water, beat the egg whites with the icing sugar until the mixture is thick. Remove the bowl from the heat. In a second mixing bowl, cream the butter with a wooden spoon until it is fluffy. Beat in the egg white mixture.

In a small saucepan, melt the chocolate over low heat. As soon as it has melted, remove the pan from the heat.

Beat the melted chocolate into the egg white and butter mixture. Then beat in the lemon juice and half of the hazelnuts, beating until the mixture is well blended. Carefully remove the meringue circles from the baking sheets. Sandwich the circles together with the filing, covering the top as well.

cover the top of the cake with the remaining hazelnuts. Leave the cake in a cool place for about a day before serving.