Chapter FiveVincent put down his knife and fork.
“I don’t think I have ever enjoyed a meal so much!” he exclaimed.
Charisa laughed before she said in a serious tone,
“I hope we don’t have to decide how to get you many more!”
She was sitting against the pillows.
Vincent then rose from the table and walked to the bed.
He sat down on it as he had before.
“Now,” he said, “I am going to tell you exactly what has happened, but I don’t want you to be frightened.”
“Frightened?” she questioned.
She thought that he would explain.
Instead he began very carefully, as if he was choosing his words one by one, to tell her what had happened to him in India.
He related first how a young Officer had been stabbed in the back when he was in the Bazaar and it was not until later that it had struck h
