Hot Chips and Sand
Copyright © 2012 Mary Hughes
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Luckily, Kulinahr had been listening
. “Cliff is a
tall man . Broad of
shoulder and deep of chest.
Dark hair. But his most distinctive feature is his eyes. They are quite—penetrating.”
Vickie didn’t think Cliff’s most distinctive feature was his eyes
the captain had grown pale. “That’s him. It would be best if each of you tell
me your stories… from the beginning.”
had sighted a tray of petite sandwiches on a small
table next to the giant globe.
As Kulinahr related the steps that had lead him to the walnut
room, Vickie stood and
wandered , with deliberate nonchalance ,
over to the globe. She glanced back over
her shoulder , noting the
captain was deeply engrossed by the sheikh’s
narration. With one hand she casually turned the globe. With
the other she reached out and…
“And how did you get here, Ms. Johnston?” the captain boomed.
She nearly shrieked.
Momentarily defeated, she returned to her seat. As
she told her story, she kept an eye on the tray of sandwiches, hope returning. As
soon as she finished, she rose again and meandered about the room.
“It seems to me, Kulinahr,” said the captain, “that you already know a fair bit about Cliff.”
Vickie had made it to
and placed herself
between it and the captain. Now, casually, she would hide one
in the voluminous folds of the T‑shirt. For once she was glad of that man’s size. Yes, one sandwich . Or two. They were small. Gradually, she
moved her hand forward.
The captain’s voice sounded right behind her. “But you, Ms. Johnston
spun and attempted to grin innocently
be better off forgetting you ever encountered
Vickie abruptly halted her attempt to grab a sandwich by feel alone. “Why?”
is a veryinfluential man , but
he is, by choice, unknown. He is a private man. He would deny helping you, even deny
being here in this country, if you attempted to identify him. I would not mention his
part in your escape to the press, the government , or anybody.”
government?” A private man who worked
behind the scenes, whom she should forget she had ever met, about whom the government might question her…
was Cliff a gangster? This was awful! “You
make him sound like a criminal!”
chuckling, and was soon joined by the captain’s
hearty guffaw. Vickie relaxed.
Not that she would ever see him again, but it was nice to know she could dream
about him in good conscience.
“Okay, I won’t
Cliff at all.” But I doubt if I’ll forget we ever met, she thought ,
sobering. I doubt if I’ll ever forget him.
“And now, my guests,” boomed the captain, “please help your self to these delicious hors d’oeuvres!”
Vickie hurriedly stuffed a couple of the small sandwiches in her mouth. “Mmm, these are good
,” she mumbled, licking her fingers. “Do you have any egg salad? Maybe some relish?
Could I have a glass of milk? And a napkin? And maybe some pants…”