February 17th, 1990
I’m used to driving home alone with the radio blasting to keep me awake but with mum’s presence this morning there was no need for such!
We were only in the door about ten minutes before dad heard a condensed version of all we experienced in Hong Kong. He laughed and said he was glad to have us home safely and he was thrilled with his bounty of new silk ties.
Apparently, David rang yesterday. Dad told him I was coming home tomorrow because he imagined I’d be wiped after such a long flight. I really would like to ring David back but I doubt he’ll want to hear that I’m going to Paris to see Jean Jacques. Obviously, I have no idea what David does or who he sees but if he told me he was flying to Paris to see some girl he met in Africa, I doubt I’d wish him a bon voyage! The phrase, “sticky wicket,” springs to mind.
“Did anyone else ring, dad?”
“Aye, eh, Ben and Pamsy and…”
“What did he want?” mum scowled.
“I don’t know Liz, I didnae bother to ask him.”
“You’re no phoning him back, are you?” mum asked.
“No, of course not.”
The minute mum and dad left to take Tini for a walk, I lunged for the phone.
Ah, be still my beating heart.
“My dad said you rang.”
“Yeah, I was just wondering what you’re up to. Feels like I haven’t seen you for ages.”
Keep it together Karen, act cool. “Not much.”
“Are you around tonight?”
Say no, you are not available. “Why aren’t you spending the weekend with Mandy?”
Please tell me you split up because you love me more than life itself.
“Long story,” he sighed.
Act indifferent, sound bored.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” I said, not meaning a word of it.
“So, if you’re around, would you like to go for a drink?”
Say no thank you, I don’t drink anymore. “I’m a bit knackered from the trip.” Yes! Keep it up. You can do it!
“Just a quick drink?” he asked.
Grin. Kiss. Touch.
“Yeah, go on then.” Noooooooooo.
“Come and pick me up?”
Change your mind, Karen. It’s not too late! “Of course, I’ll be there at eight.”