February 11th, 1990 ~ At home
Suffered slightly this morning after last night’s rumfest with Florence’s but no regrets! I feel I can talk to Florence about pretty much anything, with no fear of her judging me. Don’t get me wrong, she voices her opinion and doesn’t always agree with me but she does it in a way that makes me feel like she “gets me.” I think that’s a really important part of a great friendship.
“Have you heard from Jean Jacques?”
“No, I thought he might ring to see if I got home ok but nothing so far.”
“What about the other Jack?”
“Nothing from him either, which is baffling because we had so much fun the last time we saw each other.”
“And that wasn’t that long ago.”
“No, it wasn’t but I do remember when we were talking about my job, he said he thought he’d find it difficult going out with someone who’s always going away.”
“Maybe that’s it.”
“Who knows, I’m not going to worry about it. There’s plenty more fish in the sea!”
“Ah, fish,” she sighed.
I laughed. “The sort of stuff you don’t have to worry about.”
She gave me a questioning look.
“Being married and all that. You and Morris are so lucky.”
“Compromise. There’s a word for you to remember in the future.”
I laughed. “I don’t think I’m very good at it.”
“You’re still young, when you meet the right person you’ll be willing to do stuff you never thought you would.”
“Oh, I don’t like that sound of that,” I joked.
“I’m sure you compromised with Ben through the years.”
“Hmmm, no, I think I just gave in to him.”
“Then he’s not the one for you,” she said, draining the last of the rum from her glass.
“It’s funny you should bring his name up, just last night I had a vivid dream about…”
“Sorry,” she said, “hold it right there while I got for a wee and get us refill.”
A few minutes later, Florence returned with drinks, filled to the brim.
“Lovely, thank you”, I said, taking a huge gulp to avoid spilling any.
“That’s the last of the rum,” she said. “Morris is getting ready to pop over to the shops to get us more or whatever else you fancy.”
“I’m really enjoying this. It’s going down a treat.”
“Then rum it is. Alright, tell me about your dream with,” she rolled her eyes, “lover boy.”
“I was feeding a baby, a really cute baby with blonde wispy hair, sitting in a big wooden high chair in an ultra-modern looking kitchen.”
She laughed. “You and your details.”
“Is it scary that my dreams are so detailed?”
She shook her head and gestured for me to, “carry on.”
“You know that mushy baby food that comes in a jar?”
She laughed. “Yes, I do have two kids, granted they’re grown but I do remember feeding them.”
“Well, anyway, I was feeding that to the baby and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben coming towards me, with a big grin on his face.”
“Oh dear, I know the effect that has on you.”
“Exactly, so as he’s coming towards me looking seductive and irresistible, I reach into the jar and scoop a glob of food into my hand. We start kissing and…”
“Wait, let me close the door,” she whispered. “I think Morris is still in the kitchen.”
“I don’t need to tell you right now.”
“Oh yes you do,” she uttered, quietly closing the door.
“So, while we’re kissing, I start rubbing the food over Ben’s face and through his hair.” I paused to see if Florence wanted me to continue.
“Go on,” she urged. “Don’t stop now!”
I stifled a giggle. “It was one of those really passionate kisses that, well, I’m sure you know where a kiss like that leads.”
“I think I remember,” she said with a chuckle, gesturing for me to continue.
“Ben followed suit and started smearing the food over my face, all the way down my neck then he started pressing…”
“Oh my,” she said fanning her face. “Did it suddenly get hot in here?”
“No, it’s a perfect temperature.”
“Must be my age,” she said, cracking open the living room window.
“Or the dream,” I laughed, right as Morris opened the door to the living room.
“Right you two,” he said. “I’m off to the shops, what do you want?”
Florence looked at me. “Rum, right?”
“If that’s ok with you. And thank you, Morris.”
“No problem, anything else, ladies?”
Florence licked her lips. “I could go something from the chippie. Karen? Fish and chips?”
“Ooooh, yes please.”
“Two fish suppers and don’t forget to ask for extra vinegar on my chips please, love.”
Morris nodded his head yes. “Anything else?”
“I think that’s it,” Florence said.
“Alright,” Morris said, bending to kiss Florence. “I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you, my love,” she said, with a big smile.
Florence was quiet until we heard the front door close. “What about the baby?”
She laughed. “The baby in the dream!”
“Oh, yeah, I guess the baby didn’t get fed after all!”
“Poor little baba,” she laughed. “How could you forget about it?”
I smiled. “You forgot to ask Morris to get something.”
“I did? What?”
“A few jars of baby food!”