Take Me To Bed. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

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      The following day was Wednesday, matinee day in Manhattan. Steph knocked on Jessie’s door and Jessie called, “Come on in.” She stood in her bra and panties, rummaging in the dresser drawers for a clean polo shirt.

      “Good,” Steph said, one hand buried in the pocket of her flowered terrycloth robe. “I caught you before you got dressed. Put on your best city duds, I’ve got a treasure.” She raised her hand and waved a small white envelope. “Phantom of the Opera. This very afternoon. Two tickets, row eight.”

      “Oh Steph. I’ve wanted to see that show for ages.” She slammed the dresser drawer and opened the closet door. “City duds. How’s the outfit I arrived in?”

      “Just fine,” Steph said, looking at her watch. “I’d like to make the ten o’clock train. We can lunch someplace nice, then go to the theater. I’ll give Brian a call and he can meet us for an outrageous dinner.”

      “Sounds terrific.”

      The day was perfect. The weather was unusually temperate for New York in late June, temperatures in the high seventies and low humidity. The two women window-shopped, ate a quick lunch at Twenty-One, and enjoyed the theater. Brian met them at Le Cirque and the three spent hours gorging themselves on fine food and memorable wine. After dinner, Jessie snuck out to the maitre d’ and secretly gave him her credit card. When Brian asked for the check, the waiter nodded toward Jessie. “The madam has already taken care of it.”

      “Jessie, you shouldn’t have.”

      “That’s to say thank you for everything. You’re the best friends anyone could ever have and I’m grateful.”

      Brian stood up, walked around to Jessie’s chair and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “You’re our best friend and we love you.” He slid the tip of his finger up the nape of Jessie’s neck, ending just below her tight French knot. A shiver slithered down Jessie’s spine.

      Thursday, Steph spent the day at the hospital and, since Brian had a business dinner, the two women ate in the kitchen, dressed in shorts and T-shirts. “Oh lord, Steph,” Jessie said as her friend pulled a casserole dish out of the oven. “Franks and beans. I haven’t had franks and beans in…gosh, since we were in high school. Rob always said that beans gave him gas and he always watched his fat intake so franks were out.”

      “So? You never made some just for you?”

      Ruefully, Jessie shook her head. “You don’t have any of that brown spiced bread we used to have, do you?”

      Steph pulled the cylinder of deep brown, spicy bread from the microwave. “Only ze best for ze madam,” she said in a bad, mock French accent.

      Over coffee, Steph said, “Jessie, I’d like to invite some friends over to meet you on Tuesday night. That’s the Fourth of July. Just a few couples we know and particularly like. I think you’ll like them too.”

      “Couples you and Brian fool around with?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jessie regretted them. “I’m sorry.”

      “That’s okay. And the answer is yes and no. I’d like to invite three couples, nice normal everyday folks, one of whom we’ve swapped with, two we haven’t. I challenge you to figure out which couple we’ve swapped with. I had intended to invite two single men so you wouldn’t find the evening so couples-oriented but one of them, a wonderful man named Gary, is out of town. You will get to meet him too, eventually. He’s a very long story, but suffice it to say that he gives the best parties. You’ll have to attend one with us some evening. I know you’ll like the other man I’ve invited. Eric Langden’s a doll, divorced and gorgeous. And no, I’ve never been with either Gary or Eric. Exactly.”

      Jessie let that final remark pass, for the moment. “Are you trying to fix me up?”

      “Frankly, yes. But not fix you up with someone specific. It’s just that you should have some fun now. It’s been over a year and Rob’s past history. It’s time for the next phase of Jessie’s life.”

      “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet, Steph.”

      “For what? All I’m planning is a nice evening with nice people. Period. No sex, nothing kinky. No future plans unless you want some. No awkward foursomes. Just people. And no Jessie and Rob. Just Jessie.”

      “Just Jessie.” She nodded. “Okay. Sounds wonderful.”