Layers – Chapter 1 Page 4
Greg was amazed at the speed in which Paula put herself together and was ready to leave his apartment. Every other woman of her extraordinary beauty he had ever known spent forever preparing themselves to be seen in public. Paula was even ready before him, Greg feeling the need to shave. He abhorred that grungy feeling of walking about unshaven.
Hand in hand, they strolled down Second Avenue in the East Seventies. Greg usually went to this very plain, local diner on Saturday mornings. But he felt it was to ordinary a place for someone like Paula. They walked past quite a few chic restaurants open for brunch, and Greg would ask Paula if she wanted to eat there. After about five negative responses, Greg asked her if there was anywhere in particular she desired to go. She said she knew this diner a few blocks away that’s not very fancy, but the food is great. And she liked the down to earth atmosphere there. Needless to say, it was the same restaurant that Greg usually ate at on Saturday mornings.
After being seated and ordering their meals, they both sat there silently, lost in their own thoughts.
It was quite painful for Greg to believe that he had actually told someone his whole life story. He felt a slight mood change, a sliver of doubt about Paula and her true motives creeping into his consciousness.
Paula was trying to recall exactly whom she saw Greg speaking to at the party. She was trying to figure out the best way to go about helping him and saving Greg from what she believed to be real danger.
Greg now recalled finding her driving license amidst currency of so many different foreign denominations. The oddity of this just hit him now.
After the waitress had brought them their coffee, some warm rolls with butter and assorted flavored jam, Greg broke the silence.
“Do you travel much, Paula?”
“Why do you ask?”, she responded.
Greg was usually quite quick thinking on his feet, but this time, he sat silently for quite a while. For some reason, he decided to answer her inquiry honestly.
“I had forgotten your name when I awoke, and thought it would be really insulting to you and embarrassing for me if you discovered I didn’t remember your name. So while you were sleeping, I looked in the pockets of your jeans. I found your drivers license amongst crumpled up bills. There were monies from quite a few countries in your pocket”.
Paula let what Greg just said sink in for a while before she spoke.
“I understand what you did and why you did it. It’s wrong, but understandable. But what’s really puzzling me is, why did you just tell me all this? Why didn’t you just come up with a good lie?”
Greg knew the answer to this question. It was so obvious to him. And if she was telling him the truth about last night, saying that he had revealed his past in great detail, then she would have no reason to be puzzled by his honesty.
Greg was getting a queasy feeling that he wasn’t reading the whole situation correctly. Who was this gorgeous creature sitting across the table from him? Who was Paula Davidov?
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