Solicitous Service

The really nice thing about this table mostly being hidden by a wall at the side and a vine-covered trellis toward the restaurant proper was that there was a place a waiter could stand right where the wall and trellis met where it would appear that the waiter was being attentive to the tables but yet he couldn’t be seen from the table behind the trellis and could hear what was being said at that table as clearly as those at the table could. This was one reason why this was Goran’s favorite table to attend.

“You can stay in the apartment until the end of the month, of course,” the senator was saying. “I doubt that will be a problem if you’re going back to Louisiana, though.”

“I don’t understand, Julian,” the young man replied in a snuffly voice. “What have I done? I’ve always been discrete and I’ve tried to be careful. And both the job and cutting us off at the same time. I just don’t think I can—”

“It’s the kindest way for it to end,” the senator said.

Yeah, right, Goran thought. But this was getting interesting. He just might be able to make something out of this.

“I don’t—”

“It’s my fault. I should never have started this in the first place. It’s too risky. People will find out. It will ruin your life.”