Under the chef’s competent direction, she was quickly served a small salad of mixed greens, sweet peppers and berry-tomatoes, dressed with a handmad... vinaigrette. A halved sandwich of sliced, pressed duck in a sweet-tart citrus sauce on thin, lightly toasted bread. The plate accessorized with an assortment of pickled baby vegetables and gingered sliced fruit. For the grande finale a carafe of sangria, Chef Bernard himself whipped up before her. As she patted her lips with a linen napkin after. At this point, I had no idea what she wanted to talk about. She didn’t elaborate on the phone. I was intrigued by the discussion and the voice on the phone. Throughout the rest of the day, I tried mightily to remember back through my past for a name that resembled Natalie Goldman. I couldn’t come up with anyone. Natalie phoned on Friday two days after our initial phone introduction saying she would be arriving the following Monday afternoon. She wanted to know if I could I arrange to meet her. "Mr Brown, our school is not all it appears to be," Miss Ashton told him soothingly. "We don't advertise the other side of our curriculum, any more than you would your passion. However, to those who we learn have similar interests, we open our arms and accept them as patrons." I don't know what you're talking about," Jeremy told her candidly."Perhaps a little demonstration would make it clearer," Miss Ashton offered, already prepared for this eventuality.She rang the bell on her desk, then. I knew that already and complemented her on being prepared for herlessons. Janet is six, Gloria is seven, and Tina is the nine-year-old.Miss Davis was happy to see that I brought my dancewear as well.Sometimes Miss Johnson needs help with the girls, she informed me. Itwould help if I were appropriately attired to assist in the balletclasses. I was perfectly aware of what that entailed as Jackie and I wererequired to attend the ballet classes while we were enrolled in MissJohnson's School for.