March 1st, 1990

March 1st, 1990

At home

I’m on day two of playing, “Stay Away From Ben” and at this rate I can’t imagine declaring victory. Each time I pass the phone, I stop and linger, concocting different versions of the same fantasy wherein Ben rings to tell me not only has he changed his mind about becoming Cabin Crew but also that he finished with Mandy and wants to be with me forevermore. Like I said, I don’t think I’m winning this one.

I was thrilled when Sarah rang asking if I wanted to go to the cinema, a perfect distraction.

“What would you like to see?” I asked.

“I don’t know, whatever you want.”

“How about Driving Miss Daisy?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ok,” I said. “Let me grab the paper and see what’s playing.”

“Don’t bother. The driving film will be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Is it the one about the old woman with the driver?”

Trying my best not to laugh, I uttered, “I do believe so.”

“But you’re not sure?”

“Sarah, the film is called Driving Miss Daisy. Think about it.”

“It sounds boring.”

“Then we can see something else.”

“Who’s in it?” she asked.

“Jessica Tandy.”

“Who’s she?”

“I’ve only seen her in Cocoon.”

“Was that the one about all the old people in the pool?”

“Yes.”

“I hated that. She must be well old.”

“Who?” I asked.

“The old bird you’re talking about.”

“Jessica Tandy?”

“Yeah, her.”

“I don’t think she’s that old.”

“Then why is she playing old women all the time?”

“I imagine because she’s in a particular age bracket.”

“Wouldn’t that be awful?” she said with a deep sigh.
“To be old?”

“To be old in Hollywood.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, laughing. “That old bird Jessica Tandy doesn’t seem to be doing too bad.”

“That’s true.”

“So, shall we go and see Driving Miss Daisy or would you like to see something else?”

“We can see it.”

 

We did. I loved it. Sarah hated it.

 

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