After he got me settled in his digs, Tommy took me to a restaurant he swore served the best English food in Egypt. Boiled beef and potatoes. I gave him a pained look, but ate to please him.
He toyed with his drink as I took a final bite and touched my napkin to my lips. “Shall we go out and get blotto, Roddy? It seems to me you could use a night of forgetfulness.”
“Certainly. Whatever is your pleasure.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t be saying such provocative things to me, dear boy.”
I blushed. What had come over me? “I didn’t mean anything—”
“Of course not. How very naughty of me to tease you that way. Very well, let’s go get lit up. However, I don’t think we should wander too far from home.”
“Whatever you say.”
We went to a nearby bar that tried to pass itself off as an English pub and faile
