Mike nodded his agreement and they started off down the street. The restaurant that Chrissy had chosen was an Italian diner. The owners were original...immigrants and Chrissy promised that the food was excellent. The atmosphere was loud and festive. When Chrissy walked in, several of the staff called out greetings to her by name. Mike was surprised by that because he had pictured Chrissy as a woman who was quiet and kept to herself in the city. But obviously, in this place at least, Chrissy was. " At all events not a cruel one! Listen:Ma fille pour penitence,Et ron, ron, ron, petit patapon,Ma fille, pour penitence,Nous recommencerons."Come, I'll give you a start! - you've done it once, twice, thrice, the first time out of curiosity, the second. . “"Oh! once will do!. . . I think I was mad that day!. . . A girl friend had invited me to supper with her and her lover, - and after dessert we all were a trifle squiffy! They told me all sorts of naughty stories, and they didn't mind what. .. I can't see you have much choice, do you ?!" Miranda tried to look deffiantly at Vanessa but she just could not match that steeley gaze, even if Vanessa was trying to smile warmly at her, she knew that she had been caught out like a naughty little school girl. Vanessa kept hold of Mirandas hand and started leading her through a long passage through to the kitchens, the clicking of stilletos on stone tiles, Vaness stopped "One of You two girls!" Vanessa barked her order to two girls tidying. When we got to the boat we saw a sign for the Goodbye to Paris dance tonight. We went up to Mr. Mosby he asked us how we liked Paris. We told him it was really nice and we think we all got a little closer this week. We were heading up to my room to talk and make out. Then we saw the most beautiful teacher Mrs. Moto. I whispered over to Cody how great would it be if she joined us the next time we do it. He said that would be almost as good as if there was two of you. I giggled and planted one.