The Hint

“Miss, can I have a coffee, please,” Dordo said, to the waitress. “The boss went for lunch when he sent me for you. He’ll be back in the club for about an hour, so it’s better to pass that one hour here than in that deathly quiet place.

“A club?”

“You don’t know?” he said, raising his left eyebrow in a sign of surprise. “You’re out of the loop. That should embarrass you. You should be up to date on the happenings around here this is your territory.” He was right I didn’t nose around on things that don’t concern me. As I looked at him, I was at a loss on what to make of it, his show of indifference to the past history that occurred between us. I was expecting a hint that he was carrying a grudge against me, or a hidden hostility, but the signs were not forthcoming.

“Dordo, do you still hold a grudge . . .”