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Why Do I Love You?
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“I mean … she really didn’t have to set things up with Alice, for me, someone she barely knows,” Brad added as they continued walking. He elected to follow behind Therese, copying her path as she picked her way around icy patches down the sidewalk. She glides while I stumble behind her like an oaf.
“And you hardly know me, yourself. Plus you don’t seem to have taken the fact that I’m Richard Semco’s cousin’s friend against me …”
Brad seems to be more nervous than usual. That interview does seem to have him at odds and ends.
Therese cut into Brad’s non-stop patter. “You’ll have to stop thanking Carol for setting up that interview every time you see her, Brad.” She glossed over the reference to her ex, Richard.
When, for once, he didn’t say anything and had uncharacteristically fallen silent, she paused and turned around.
His face was stricken and he’d stopped walking. “Are you saying she’s annoyed with me? Are you, too?”
“No, I’m not. She isn’t, either. And I don’t mind you thanking me all the time, of course,” she gave him an impish smile to let him know she was teasing him, and extended her hand out. “But I think you’re making Carol a tad uncomfortable by reminding her about that all the time.”
He frowned slightly but took the offered hand. “Okay, I won’t do that anymore. Are we seeing her now? I promise I won’t bring it up. Maybe I’ll tell her about you keeping me from falling hard on the sidewalk after slipping on the ice, instead.”
He let go of Therese’ hand and let her walk ahead of him again.
“No, we’re not seeing her now.”
“Oh? So who are we meeting?”
“The person I called back in the record shop earlier is this girl I met during Sunday Mass about a month ago. We’ve become friends and she said she had good news about a possible photo job I’d asked her about. She’ll be waiting for us outside the Parson’s School of Design and…”
“Photo job? Are you leaving the New York Times, Therese?” he interrupted. His voice echoed down the street, louder than he’d intended it to be. But he was surprised by what she’d just said. Therese seemed happy in her job. Was she looking to do something else?
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You tease! More, more, more… :-)
There is more😉 A lot more! When I think of Carol I imagine her in Chanel, as she embodies one of the best quotes of Mademoiselle Chanel, “A woman has to be two things: classy and fabulous.” That’s Carol, right? And when I think of Therese I think of her as an Yves Saint Laurent muse, when YSL was the King of couture. These two present so well as characters, and inhabit such a richly interesting and authentic time and world, so unlike the flat and kitschy one of today (sometimes, what passes for class and quality these days is perplexing, right?), that one can’t help but be inspired. I wish I had the time to write.
Not so sure that others on the site share this view, though, based on readership.
Still, thanks, @Jacky, for setting aside one corner of the site to this world and time, and story, of Therese and Carol. Perhaps the style of that world alone will be enough to draw people in at some point. Will try to post soon.
I like it,thank you.PPS
Happy to be reading about Carol & Therese. More please.