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out’ her conscience said. She wanted to respond to his
incessant apologies as he followed her, but her mouth wouldn’t
work. She was speechless.
    He called for weeks
and even though she was in pain, often wondered if she could forgive
him. One Sunday evening she decided to have dinner at a restaurant
they dined at quite often. It was quaint with small wrought iron
tables and chairs outside under the canopy. It was there that she saw
them. The happy family laughed as Brittany tried to slurp her
spaghetti and Victoria was cast into sadness once again.
    A solitary tear
dripped from Victoria’s cheek as she remembered her lost love.
Biting into the story telling cupcake before retiring to bed, she
thought, ‘not all is fair in love and war.’
    *****
    The veins in
Dawson’s neck were popping and all present except the hired
director cowered in fear. “These Goddamn actors!” He
hissed for the final time. “How hard is it to get one line
straight? Marissa you have no passion… absolutely none! And
Chad have you never been in love? Is this how you woo your
girlfriends? I am so annoyed! Cut! Just friggin cut for the night!”
    The failing actors
and actresses left the stage, dismissed from their pursuit of
performance perfection while Dawson unfolded his six foot fourframe from the folding chair labeled ‘Director’
and nodded at the real man controlling the stage. He too was
dismissed.
    There was a room set
up just for him above the main theater. The executive box as it was
called, carried all the luxuries of the modern age and all the
comforts of home. The futons and armchairs were plush and decadent.
Dawson’s favorite accent color, red, punctuated the black and
white scheme of the room and once he was inside he made a beeline for
the wine cabinet. As he sipped the ruby liquid from the sparkling
flute he plopped down to watch his creation in living color.
    With a direct view
of the stage and pit, he watched people gather around the food table
chatting. He was certain a few were discussing what a task master he
must be. Glancing around, he realized that his own dining table was
empty. Moments later after a knock on the door, in came one of his
staff with the rolling tray of food and many apologies. She had
gotten lost and had been rambling for a minute. She was pretty so
Dawson spared her the wrath that would usually follow foolish
mistakes.
    Walking around the
table after the pretty waitress left to inspect the stem ware and the
food, Dawson smiled at what he saw as close to perfection. The
selection was simple but stunning and the cupcakes looked dramatic -
something he liked. This new caterer had prepared kebabs of lamb and
grilled summer vegetables. There was a goat’s cheese dipping
sauce of some type as well as basil drizzling oil.
    Next to the kebabs
were dumplings stuffed with mushrooms and cauliflower and potatoes.
Accompanying that was a bright red dipping sauce, which promised a
sweet heat. There was a tall drink next to the selection of dishes
called ‘The New Direction’. Taking a sip, Dawson quickly
removed the glass from his lips to inspect the contents. The pink,
almost creamy liquid carried the taste of cherries and pineapple, but
there was the underlying taste of spiced rum. It was decadent.
    After settling into
the meal, Dawson had to agree with the event planner’s choice
of caterer. Never had he been impressed with anyone’s menu
choice, but this… this was sublime. Wiping his mouth he
reached in his pocket for his cell.
    “Sara, I’m
coming down to meet the person who prepared the food. This was
excellent.”
    Sara assured her
boss that she would inform the owner of his intention to meet her and
hung up. Finally, someone had gotten something right.

Chapter 3
    Only because
Victoria and Abby ignored the speed limit did they arrive on time.
The near screeching stop in the busy parking lot caused a few stares
and Victoria was certain the sudden halt had caused some destruction
to the delicate