“Meet me at the Ritz,” he said
“and we’ll have a nice tea,
and some of those little cucumber sandwiches
with perhaps a few of their Petit Fours”
Reluctantly, she agreed.
It was so unlike Luther to suggest
TEA AT THE RITZ –
He who counted and hoarded every penny
and thought a fine day together was a
walk in the park– with her bringing some tuna fish
sandwiches for them to eat and a thermos of
tea for them to drink.
But she dressed meticulously in her
very best frock
and took special care with her nails and make up,
brushing her hair to make it shine.
Luther was waiting at a table and waited until she was seated
to announce that he had ordered the cucumber sandwiches
but, of course, if there was something else she preferred?
Oh, no, she responded. Cucumber sandwiches are just fine.
wondering what is up with Luther?
The Ritz was over-warm and very crowded.
she began to feel a little lightheaded,
and worried a little more, a frown making a crease
between her eyebrows.
Luther ordered two of the pink petit fours, the ones
with tiny candied violets on top.
The waitress brought another pot of tea and their
two pink petit fours.
Finally, Luther spoke. “I’m sorry to say,” he began
and she braced herself, fearing the worst–
“My dear” he began again, at which point
She fainted dead away, landing face-down
smack in the middle of her petit four.
When she came to, Luther was gone
and she was stuck with the bill and a candied violet
on her nose.
She knew she would never see him again.
Sandra Lee Smith
Written April 29, 2009/updated June 24, 2018