For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

We took the tour of the Sphinx and walked over to the Great Pyramid, quite a trek, really,
and I was glad to have the shoes I had chosen. After touring this wonder as well, we
agreed we were all hungry. Lil smiled her mischievous smile and mentioned that Chef
Allouba – THE Chef Allouba – had offered his personal table to us, the table he saved for
short notice friends, in his Moroccan Bistro. She had taken the liberty to contact him and
make the reservations.
Lee and I were delighted. I love Moroccan food as does he, and we had never had the
honor to sit at Chef Allouba’s table. But I had heard that Chef Allouba was the best. He
used actual Earth food, even though the replicated food had just as much essence energy,
nutritional value, taste and looks as real Earth ingredients, but it was his purist nature
coming to play that he chose to keep it all from nature. It was part of his artist’s pallet,
just as my paints were of mine.
Together we looked for the nearest J.D. as Lil mentally sent the Chef’s Invitation, via the
house-web system, so that we all could wind up in the same place, and the J.D. on the
other side would welcome us. Finding one nearby, we took our turns passing through the
portal.
Chef Allouba’s place was marvelous, built high on a mountain, with a view as wonderful
as any from the heights my own house might attain. Gold curtains segmented areas with
cushioned benches around large circular brass tables. Done in muted magenta and
goldenrod, with upholstery in ornate design reflecting these colors, as well as teal and
yellow, the place was rich in character. Old Things of Moroccan make accented the
walls here and there, and oil lamp chandeliers hung down above the tables from the very
high ceiling, giving intimate lighting and an authentic incense from the scented oil in the
lamps.
Chef Allouba, who I recognized from holograms I had seen on the web, greeted us soon
after we arrived.
“Lil, darling. It is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh,” the Chef announced as he moved
to embrace her in greeting. “And you must be the reunited lovebirds!” Chef had turned
to Lee and me with merry and welcoming eyes, as we smiled in return and touched
shoulders in a subtle subconscious display of conjoined spirit. First me and then Lee
received his embrace, and then he turned to Nassim. “Ah, Nassim. So glad you could
join me once again!” And again, his warm embrace came, this time for Nassim.
After a few words of thanks from all of us for opening his home to us, the Chef led us to
our table, through a path between curtained alcoves, fountains, and inviting aromas,
where we settled in. “I must be off to my bliss, making food for you to enjoy. Here is
Sarah who will serve you,” Chef Allouba said as a pretty woman stepped into our alcove,
dressed in traditional Moroccan garb. “She is a very special lady and I am lucky she
came to my service.” As Sarah smiled, Chef Allouba departed.