Tug Of War

Published: August 7, 2007, 1:00 am

Tags: the stories, accident, carat half, carrot cake, coat, divorced, ex wife, fourth of july weekend, get her to bend over, no anniversary, no birthday, paris, puppy, ring, smile, waitress

They were seated opposite each other like chess players or arm wrestlers. There wasn't a friendly expression to be found anywhere in the vicinity of their table. She fired the first salvo, Why am I here? He tensed up so suddenly it was as if the man had been replaced with his waxworks dummy in the blink of an eye. When he managed to reanimate he said, Shouldn't we order something first? A flicker registered in her eyes before her spine did the seemingly impossible and stiffened some more, I know what I want. He blinked in the direction of the expectantly hovering waitress and she arrived to take their order. He deferred to his date and she barked, Coffee. Black, no sugar. Hot. He creased his forehead and affected a winning smile to make up for the unpleasantness emanating from across the table as he said, I'll have a black coffee myself and a slice of your carrot cake if you have it. The waitress nodded, smiled and step back before she stepped away.

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