Another week, another spy story; another mission, another addition to our admittedly weird sense of time here in the world of Unacceptable.
“I’m not trying to be difficult, but this is unacceptable,” I said to the waiter. I gave Vanessa little wink.
His eyes bulged just a little, then he regained his composure. “I’m so sorry about the delay, sir. Allow me to fetch you one of our deluxe bread baskets, and I shall return with a list of tonight’s specials.” He scurried off.
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