For over 25 years, Cafe 290 has been the hottest and coolest jazz club in the City of Atlanta. Owned by John Scatena, the club is the most respected venue for mainstream, contemporary and funk jazz. Well known, national and international jazz artists often perform there.
In Whiskey And Merlot A Love Story, Isabelle goes on a date to this famous haunt. Now embroiled in a sizzling romance with Lincoln Davis, she struggles with her conscience and Christian faith. One Sunday after church, one of the church ushers asks her out to Cafe 290 and she reluctantly accepts. Later, she tries to convince her best friend, Jinx why she agreed to the date.
Carl called on Wednesday evening precisely at eight after Isabelle had settled on the couch to watch her taped recording of Living Color. They talked briefly and Isabelle agreed to meet him at Cafe 290 at nine in the evening on Saturday. He oﬀered to pick her up, but she refused. Carl sounded disappointed, but Isabelle didn’t care. He was pushy. A red flag. It was best to err on the side of caution. After they hung up, Isabelle loathed her upcoming date. She wasn’t excited. It was just something to do. A way to get Lincoln Davis oﬀ her mind.
The next morning, Isabelle told Jinx about her upcoming date. Jinx understood her intentions, but she knew better.
“Girl, please,” she said rolling her hazel eyes toward the ceiling. “Do you think this man can make you forget about Lincoln? You’re fooling yourself.”
“It’s worth a try,” Isabelle said digging in her heels.
“Face it. You’re in love with Lincoln,” she shot back. “It’s written all over your face.”
Her words hit Isabelle like a ton of bricks, and she turned scarlet inside. “Maybe,” she retorted getting flustered.
Jinx gave her a knowing look and cursed, “Maybe, my ass.”
“You’re overreacting,” Isabelle sneered back. “You exaggerate too much.”
Jinx’s laugh was sarcastic. “Girl, get a hold of yourself. This shit is not going to work, and you know it.”
“Watch me,” Isabelle said rushing to her feet.
“Okay, but Lincoln has your heart.”
“No, he does not.”
Isabelle burned with anger. Jinx was right. She just wasn’t ready to hear it. Isabelle stomped out of her oﬃce, and Jinx came to the door. She stood in the doorway chuckling as she watched Isabelle hurry down the hall.
“Don’t forget to call me,” she cackled after her. “I want to hear all about that date.”
Irritated Isabelle didn’t answer. Jinx’s teasing got on her nerves. Frustrated, she went to her office and sulked for the rest of the afternoon. Thank you For Reading. Comments Welcome.
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