10
The Dinner
AT LAST, IT WAS WEDNESDAY EVENING on the day of the dinner. Bob had checked in with the Queen and she had wished him luck. There was no rain forecast. The tables had been set up on the terrace from where the view of the sea was postcard perfect. High tide had been five thirty that afternoon and the sea still covered the rock pools. When the moon rose, it would be beautiful. Bob had already checked with the chef and everything was going according to plan.
In spite of these assurances, he was anxious. He was fussing about talking to the staff, double checking and then checking again. So much depended on the evening going well: firstly, the establishment of cordial relations between Opunto and Mazita, secondly, his employment and, lastly, his family’s future in this tropical
