It drizzled that afternoon but the ground was not puddled. It was peaceful, people took things slow and steady. The servants set up a table for two under the gazebo in the courtyard. They brought out one of the most eloquent sets of ceramics and lay a gold lace tablecloth that made the plates and silverware glimmer.
Parisa took precautions to ensure her friend was not going to get into a nasty fight with the Major. Stephanie was a little prickly sometimes when she was emotionally stressed. She wanted the lunch to be private, but Parisa instructed the servants to be visibly invincible. Then there was the discussion of what she was going to say to him. Stephanie wanted to be formal about it. "I'd rather you just thank the man and leave. I need you here, resting. But you are you and I am me
