Curio
“It was blustery out and I’d stupidly gone with a skirt, one I had to fist at my side to keep from flashing the whole of the Latin Quarter. My bobby pins lost the war with the gusting wind.
Yet when Didier answered my knock, my lateness and wild hair seemed not to register. His smile was like a door shut on a gale, calm dropping down around me, warm and easy.
“Good evening, Caroly. Come in.” He took my purse and a paper shopping bag I’d brought and set them on a table by the door.
“E...vening. How was your day?”
He shrugged as he led me into the living room. “I did not wake until nearly two, so I could not tell you yet. Ask me again at the end of our date. I’m sure I will say it was just lovely.”
“I, um, brought you something.”
He turned. “Did you? What is it?”
I went to my bags and came back with the gift, swaddled in striped tissue.MoreLess
Yet when Didier answered my knock, my lateness and wild hair seemed not to register. His smile was like a door shut on a gale, calm dropping down around me, warm and easy.
“Good evening, Caroly. Come in.” He took my purse and a paper shopping bag I’d brought and set them on a table by the door.
“E...vening. How was your day?”
He shrugged as he led me into the living room. “I did not wake until nearly two, so I could not tell you yet. Ask me again at the end of our date. I’m sure I will say it was just lovely.”
“I, um, brought you something.”
He turned. “Did you? What is it?”
I went to my bags and came back with the gift, swaddled in striped tissue.MoreLess
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