A Meal To End All Meals

By Mario V. Farina

Vincent had not been happy with Nancy Beth and had taken steps to remove her from his life so that he could seek a better partner. Susan Wilkerson seemed to be the ideal replacement. One happy experience with her was followed by another, then another. There came a time when she cooked a splendid dinner for him. It had been a meal to end all meals. See whether you can guess what happened after this sumptuous repast.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mario V. Farina
• Release date: Apr 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311408136

Mario V. Farina

Mario V Farina has worked all his life, from age 18 to 90. He worked for the American Locomotive Company, served in the U. S. Army during WWII, was employed at General Electric. He taught computers at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. After leaving his position with RPI, he became employed with the State Labor Department of New York. He’s a car buff, a pun creator, and a computer enthusiast. He wrote textbooks for the programming languages COBOL and FORTRAN and wrote a book of puns and short stories called, “A Little Light Reading,” as well as over 20 other books. Several of his books were translated into other languages. This is his first foray into the world of digital publishing, with the help of his computer tutor ([e-mail]).

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A Meal To End All Meals

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Mario V. Farina

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Service please." The voice was deep, sensual, beautifully modulated. Vincent hesitated for a moment, furrowing his brow, then said, I'm sorry, you've dialed the wrong number. Are you trying to get automobile service?

Oh, yes. I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

No problem at all. Vincent put the receiver back in its cradle. That was a lovely voice, he mumbled barely audibly. I wonder what she's like.

He leaned back in his recliner. Sometimes they call back, he thought, as he turned his attention to the TV. They make the same mistake.

The phone rang. Vincent grabbed the receiver before it had completed its first ring. Hello!

Oh, darn! It was the same voice. You are not Continental, are you? I thought I knew the number, but I'm obviously doing something wrong.

Oh, that's OK, Vincent summoned his most melodious tone. "I know how it