Chéri shrugged “It’s really funny, most of us meet people everyday, but they never seem to fit the mold. They are always a little different from the people we would like to meet.” The wine was talking. Chéri nodded. She had friends, at least in him.

Chéri had no idea he was at the top of Christine’s potential beard list, but had he known he would have been flattered, while recommending someone with better prospects. Chéri nodded and then shook his head. It was impressive that he had gotten distracted enough to forget the food, by all accounts the great love of his life.

“You will find one easily: lazy maids are always easy to come by,” he said, biting into his bread.