The Case of the Missing Woman
Copyright© 2013 by Mendon Fishers
Chapter 19: Meeting Mrs. Jonathon Huntington Smyth
We spent the rest of the day sightseeing. She took me around all her favorite places. And actually we had fun. She treated me as an equal, not as an underling. It ended too soon when we had to return to the hotel to dress for dinner and the show.
After shaving and showering, my valet had arranged for a hair stylist to "fix" my hair after my shower. The stylist worked about an hour on my hair. It's funny but it only took me a couple of minutes when I combed and dried it. When the stylist got all done I had to admit that it did look better than when I just combed it.
My next stop was back with my valet to get dressed for dinner. This time he had only one outfit laid out for me. It was a tux with all the accessories. By the time he was done, even I was impressed. This was the fourth time I had ever worn a tux and the first three were when I got married. All three times they were rented outfits and nowhere near as nice as this one was.
He asked, politely, exactly what function Angela was letting me attend with her. I guess I should have been offended, but in truth he was right. I explained that we were going to the opening night of a new musical that was starting next month on Broadway as VIP's.
He looked at me and said. "In that case," and then he spent the next 15 minutes pulling, patting, brushing and all sorts of other things to my outfit. I guess he felt that if I wasn't perfect it would reflect on him.
We left the bedroom and met Angela in the living room, waiting for us. She wasn't exactly pissed, but you could tell that she wasn't used to being kept waiting. She looked as if she was about to tell me something when the phone rang. It was the head bellman, our car was here.
I loved that driver, his timing was perfect. I wondered how much I should tip him for his perfect timing.
Five minutes later we were exiting the lobby when I saw "our" car. It was an antique Rolls Royce Phantom. The driver was standing at the rear door holding it open for us. The car was silver and his uniform matched perfectly. I guess I was awed because as I ducked to enter the car he whispered, "Your mouth is still open, Sir. I'd suggest you close it. If you're nice to Angela I might let you drive it some time."
"Deal," was all I said.
There was a very nice restaurant near the theater we had reservations for dinner in. As we pulled up in front, I couldn't help but notice the long line of well dressed people waiting to gain entrance.
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