January 31st, 1990

January 31st, 1990

The Lexington Hotel, NYC

I can’t stop smiling but I’ll start with this morning.

“If you open the cabinet to the left, you’ll see…”

“A tea kettle! When did you get this?” I asked, grabbing the shiny kettle off the shelf.

“Recently,” Christopher smiled, from his spot on the couch.

“Very impressive,” I said, filling it with water.

“And,” he teased.

“There’s more?”

“Second cabinet in. Top shelf.”

“Ooh, proper tea. Nice. May I?”

“Knock yourself out,” he laughed.

“I will and don’t worry, I’ll make you coffee.”


I moved a couple of the living room chairs around so they faced the huge window with the view of the street.

“This is so cool,” he said.

“Don’t you ever watch what’s going on out there?”

He laughed. “In the two year’s I’ve been in this apartment, I don’t think I’ve ever looked out the window.”

“What do you think?”

“It’s the perfect spot for morning coffee.”

“And tea.”

“And toast,” he laughed.


Later this morning, a lanky looking chap from Christopher’s office came to the apartment to drop off what looked like a hefty amount of work. I left soon after so Christopher could get on with what he needed to do, plus I wanted to go to Bloomingdale’s and buy more Clinique moisturizer.

“Don’t be a stranger,” he said as I was getting ready to leave.

“If you need anything between now and around two tomorrow afternoon, I’m your girl.”

“Thank you,” he smiled and blew me a kiss.


It was bitter cold so I didn’t stay out for long. When I came back to my room I felt at a bit of a loose end. I’m usually happy spending time alone and don’t have a problem filling up my time but I felt too distracted to read so I turned on the tv.

An old episode of T. J. Hooker was on (I love Heather Locklear) so I got comfy on the bed and started watching the unrealistic storyline that I ended up enjoying! The scenes around LA made me think of David so I reached for the phone and dialed his number.

On the fourth ring, he picked up.


“David, hi.”

“Karen, hi, what a surprise.”

“I thought you’d still be in India.”

“Change of plans,” he said. “Guess you didn’t receive my most recent letter.”

“Guess not.”

“Where are you?”

“New York.”

“Aw man, I was hoping you’d say LA.”

“I wish.”

We talked for almost four hours. Hence the reason I’m smiling!


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