While Rhian was capable of lighthearted conversation with the other mistresses, she couldn't possibly outwit someone as shrewd as Samuel. So the next day, she volunteered herself, marching off with several bags of seeds and fruit, swearing she would interrogate all the mistresses one by one.
She was determined to figure out which woman Samuel's beloved was.
While she attacked the problem from that angle, I made my own move.
I checked the calendar and headed straight to the little diner near our old university.
When I arrived, Samuel was already there.
As usual, the table was filled with dishes.
After I sat down, he smiled and pointed at the plate of charred lamb hash.
"Knew you'd show up. You must be hungry. Eat plenty."
Then he added, "I remember the day we first met. You inhaled half that plate by yourself. So I order it for you every anniversary."
He was right. Today marked our fifth anniversary.
This was the diner where he had taken me the night he saved me, when we had shared our first late-night meal.
The place was simple, but the food was excellent.
It was here that I had agreed to his confession.
Every year afterward, we returned for our anniversary, lingering in those sweet memories.