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reserved　a　long　table　at　one　of　New　Yorks　finest　restaurants。　Only

because　she　had　refused　him　on　so　many　other　occasions；　Anne　agreed　to

let　him　pick　her　up　and　drive　her　to　the　dinner。

She　was　self…consciousness　when　they　arrived　together；　but　the

awkwardness　faded。　No　one　seemed　to　think　twice　about　it。　Besides；　she

knew　these　people　and　liked　them。　This　was　the　kind　of　dinner　with

friends　that　she　and　Jeff　had　always　enjoyed。

And　Mitch？　Did　he　like　spending　time　with　friends？　There　were　other

groups　in　the　restaurant。　Her　eye　skimmed　one　or　two；　then　went　to　a

third；　and　her　pulse　tripped。　A　man　there　had　Mitchs　hair　and　good

looks。　He　wore　a　dark　suit　and　tie；　and　a　crisp　white　shirt。　He　was　with

a　woman。　In　all　the　time　Anne　watched；　he　didnt　take　his　eyes　from　her

face。

Funny；　but　the　possibility　of　their　bumping　into　each　other　hadnt

entered　her　mind。　New　York　was　a　big　place；　and　she　rarely　went　out。　The

man　in　the　corner　couldnt　be　Mitch。　It　would　be　too　much　of　a

coincidence。

She　refocused　on　her　friends。　Shortly　before　dessert　was　done；　though；

the　maitre　d　materialized　beside　her　and　slipped　her　a　folded　piece　of

paper。

〃Whats　this；〃　Alex　teased。　〃A　secret　admirer？〃

Anne　unfolded　the　paper。　There；　in　a　bold　black　script；　was　the　short

message。　unul　DECEMBER　3lst。　Her　eyes　flew　toward　where　the　man　and　his

date　had　been　seated；　but　the　table　was　empty　now；　reset　with　fresh

linen　and　silver。

Biting　her　lip；　she　reread　the　message。

〃What　is　it；　Anne？　Any　problem？〃　Alexs　concern　made　her　aware　of　the

others　attention。

Embarrassed；　she　refolded　the　paper。　〃Its　nothing。　An　old　friend　was　in

and　saw　us。〃　With　a　feeble　smile；　she　tucked　the　note　in　her　purse。

〃Must　have　been　some　old　friend；〃　Alex　whispered。　〃Youre　blushing。〃

〃I　am　not；〃　Anne　replied。　〃Its　the　wine。〃

But　her　cheeks　grew　red　more　than　once　in　the　following　days。　Sometimes

it　was　with　annoyance　that　Mitch　had　embarrassed　her　in　front　of　her

friends；　sometimes　with　frustration　that　he　hadnt　approached；　sometimes

with　anger　that　he　hadnt　made　his　note　more　personal。　One　or　twice；　it

was　even　with　jealousy。　He　had　been　with　a　woman。　His　〃other

obligation〃？　Anne　couldnt　recall　anything　about　her；　not　her　looks；　her

age；　her　dress；　or　her　expression。　She　wished　she　could；　but　shed　had