Soul Selecta by Gill McKnight

Author:Gill McKnight [McKnight, Gill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626393820
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2015-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-five

The Lon Dubh was famous for its fish. Local trawlers landed their catch at Killybegs Harbor at dawn, and the best was on the Lon Dubh menu that evening. Norrie was pleased she had managed to book a table at such short notice though she felt a pang of guilt that her fame had most likely enabled it. It was worth it though, selling out her celebrity ass to see the look of pleasure on Loa’s face when they were shown to a table in a quiet corner. Candlelight silvered the wine glasses and splashed the white linen with a soft romantic glow. The waiter took their coats leaving them to peruse a pair of enormous menus.

“This place is fantastic.” Loa kept peeping over her menu to check out the rest of the restaurant. Norrie began to worry she had overdone it, but she wanted to treat Loa, and this was the best restaurant for miles. She considered this their third date. After the private piano recital, they had met again a few days later. Their follow-up date was a long walk on the beach and a pub lunch. This dinner date was more formal, but Norrie wanted it to be special. Slowly, they were declaring their hands though neither had much of a poker face to begin with. It was obvious the attraction was there. The question was did they want to go along with it? Norrie could feel a heat rising between them. Her face felt hot, and Loa’s eyes had a sharp, diamond edged sparkle. They were both giddy and they hadn’t even ordered wine yet.

“Why did you come back to Ireland?” Loa asked her once they had made their wine selection and placed their food orders with the waiter. “I thought America was the heart of the music industry. Wasn’t it best to stay in the thick of it?”

“I’ve paid my regards to Broadway,” Norrie said, smiling. “I loved America, but once I’d made my name as a songwriter rather than a performer, I couldn’t wait to get back home. I can write music anywhere in the world so why not on my own doorstep?”

“I’d love to live in America, if only for a little while.”

“It is a wonderfully diverse country, but I found I missed my family more than I expected. And I love Donegal. It stimulates me. The landscape suits me. It kindles my creativity.” Norrie played with the stem of her wine glass. “I’ve done some of my best work here. I think I need the solitude.” This was an old conversation for her. She had gone over this ground many, many times, and her answers were almost rehearsed. Secretly, she hoped Loa would lead them into more personal territory. Surely by the third date that was to be expected.

“Maybe America had too many distractions.” Loa’s switch in tense caught Norrie’s ear. In certain magazines, sleazy gossip rags more like, it had been intimated she’d had a string of girlfriends. All nonsense really.

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