The Room on His CardAt reception, Natalia was still smiling when the clerk asked whether the extension should go on Mr. Delacroix’s card again. “Yes.” She signed beneath his name. The pen caught on the paper, and she pressed harder than she needed to. All evening she had arranged where people sat, what they saw, what they would remember. Here, one courteous question put the money back in his hands.
A Table with WitnessesThe following Thursday, Natalia arrived early enough to choose the chairs. She wanted Dandara beside her, where hearing a sentence would mean leaning close. The lamp would catch her face; the mirror behind the bottles would give her Marcus without requiring a turn of the head. She checked the reflection, settled the cream blouse at her shoulder, and let one arm rest along the back of the empty chair.