Honey swooned. “Yes, I wish I could have seen you in action. You must have worked me over pretty hard. I’m still sore and getting more sore by the minute.”
They found a crowded café with tantalizing aromas and stopped in for lunch. Several diners stared at them as they were escorted to a small table with an unobstructed view of the water. “Ah, this is living,” Leonard said as he unfolded his cloth napkin.
Honey stretched her hands in the air and then clasped them together behind her head. “I wonder what the poor folks back in North Manchester are doing right now?”
At the waiter’s suggestion, they tried the bouillabaisse. “Now, this is the best fish stew I’ve ever eaten, anywhere,” Honey said once the meal arrived and they started eating. “This is what I need, a big bowl of hot, garlic a
