Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.
Prompt word:
SIGN
After seating his visitor at a private table set in one the of alcoves formed by a row of granite columns that ran down the street-side wall of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, the Proprietor walked back to the bar and returned, almost immediately, behind a serving cart laden with a steaming carafe of coffee, service for two and sundry accessories.
“How may I be of service… other than how you like your coffee, of course,” the tall, thin man, an immaculate white bar rag draped over his left forearm waited for her response, continued, “If the truth be told, after my years at Oxford I toyed with the notion of becoming a butler, for one of the semi-royal families,” as he spoke he leaned in towards his guest, looking her in the eyes as he filled her cup.
Hazel Grover watched the man in the Savoy Row suit as he demonstrated his skill at table service and after a moment burst into a smile, “Well, look at you!”
If the smile happens to form a connection, the eyes convey the message, which at the moment sitting in the afternoon in an empty Café, Hazel’s tone of voice was every mother’s joy when congratulating a child doing something that she knew they were capable of but was willing to wait for it to happen on the child’s time.
The tall, thin man laughed, maintained his eye contact, which for those who knew him was a rare sign of personal interest and after a moment, sat and listened intently as she spoke.
“My interest in coming here is this: Ian Devereaux is my employer and friend, I know about the meeting you hosted for Ian, Lou and the others; start at the beginning and don’t leave anything out.”
About clarkscottroger
She is nothing if not thorough.
Somehow I get the feeling the near royals in the area got the good end if the stick when the thin man decided against butling. hehehe
aww, he has/had good intentions… and there is surely a good ratio of the remaining upper class who might have benefitted from is serivce ;p
And the circle tightens.
As always, brilliant writing.
thank you, M
Without question, Ian made the right choice when he hired Hazel.
And the tall, thin man? He’s got some moves, eh?
Good Six.
(interesting, cool choice in music vid)
(ikr?)
I believe he do!
Sounds like another coffee should arrive… and soon.
coming right up!
The line “…start at the beginning and don’t leave anything out.”
reminds me of Bernadine – thank you for the memory
Phyllis
Ian Devereaux could probably use someone like Hazel watching out for him.
as his admin, I suspect Ian knows she has his back
Oh, to be fly on the wall…
ikr?