I Sat Through Dinner With a Globe of Shaving Cream on My Neck

As we shared dessert, the solicitor leaned in asked if he could do something. I nodded slowly, unsure of what to expect. He reached behind my left ear and caressed my ear lobe. On his finger tips perch something white like a small dove,. as if he were a magician. My eyes were wide with wonder. But he wiped his hand on his napkin, snuffed the little dove and pressed it flat. i blinked as he laughed. The man paid the bill and stood up abruptly. Once outside, my upturned hand cupet some falling rain, and i smeared it on my neck. A hor's bath, my mother would have called it. As we walked