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section7mfuI had moved closer to speak to Mark when Illya went to look at the buffet. I watched as Illya popped a pelmeni into his mouth and smiled briefly. He and April moved down the table looking at the choices before both picked up plates and helping themselves to food.
I clapped Mark’s shoulder in triumph. “I think this is a success! He told me he’s going to get me, but he’ll find out that I didn’t have anything to do with this, not at all.”
“It doesn’t ‘urt either, Mate, that my partner is over there smoothing things over and that the girls in the secretarial pool insisted that authentic Russian food be served along with American favorites. Speaking of which, let’s eat before it’s gone, eh?”
When Illya and April had gotten their food and gone to find a table that was everyone else’s signal to eat. We walked over, grabbed plates and got in line. Marian was right in front of me and I tapped her shoulder to get her attention. “Great idea you and Glenna had about using Boris’ Best Catering, this food looks great! In fact, I’m going to eat the Russian stuff because no one’s lasagna is better than mine!”
Marian grinned from ear to ear when I complimented her and Glenna’s idea. “Why, thank you, Napoleon!” She leaned in closer and when I bent down, she whispered in my ear, “Don’t tell anyone, but I broke my diet wide open by tasting everything as we set it up; it’s all good, but definitely make sure you get some beef Stroganoff, the cabbage leaves stuffed with rice and beef, the black bread and some blini and caviar. Oh, and the soups! Oh, who am I kidding? Just get everything!”
I had to laugh at her enthusiasm. I turned around to tell Mark and realized I was too late. He had two plates, one with salads and one with hot foods. “Wow, Mark! Leave some for someone else!”
“Everyman for ‘imself, Mate! I’m starving!”
I glanced around to see that the food was indeed popular, so I piled my plate high and went in search of April and Illya. As I expected, they were sitting at a table by the wall. April had a glass of sbiten in her hand sipping delicately while my partner was demolishing several lamb kababs. “Mind if Mark and I join you guys?” Without waiting for an answer, we sat down and I have to admit: My first forkful of food was so good, I inhaled everything. When I finally stopped to take a breath, I wiped my mouth and asked, “So, Partner Mine, what do you think of your party?”
I clapped Mark’s shoulder in triumph. “I think this is a success! He told me he’s going to get me, but he’ll find out that I didn’t have anything to do with this, not at all.”
“It doesn’t ‘urt either, Mate, that my partner is over there smoothing things over and that the girls in the secretarial pool insisted that authentic Russian food be served along with American favorites. Speaking of which, let’s eat before it’s gone, eh?”
When Illya and April had gotten their food and gone to find a table that was everyone else’s signal to eat. We walked over, grabbed plates and got in line. Marian was right in front of me and I tapped her shoulder to get her attention. “Great idea you and Glenna had about using Boris’ Best Catering, this food looks great! In fact, I’m going to eat the Russian stuff because no one’s lasagna is better than mine!”
Marian grinned from ear to ear when I complimented her and Glenna’s idea. “Why, thank you, Napoleon!” She leaned in closer and when I bent down, she whispered in my ear, “Don’t tell anyone, but I broke my diet wide open by tasting everything as we set it up; it’s all good, but definitely make sure you get some beef Stroganoff, the cabbage leaves stuffed with rice and beef, the black bread and some blini and caviar. Oh, and the soups! Oh, who am I kidding? Just get everything!”
I had to laugh at her enthusiasm. I turned around to tell Mark and realized I was too late. He had two plates, one with salads and one with hot foods. “Wow, Mark! Leave some for someone else!”
“Everyman for ‘imself, Mate! I’m starving!”
I glanced around to see that the food was indeed popular, so I piled my plate high and went in search of April and Illya. As I expected, they were sitting at a table by the wall. April had a glass of sbiten in her hand sipping delicately while my partner was demolishing several lamb kababs. “Mind if Mark and I join you guys?” Without waiting for an answer, we sat down and I have to admit: My first forkful of food was so good, I inhaled everything. When I finally stopped to take a breath, I wiped my mouth and asked, “So, Partner Mine, what do you think of your party?”
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