June 25th, 1990
Night flight from JFK – LGW
Winging our way home after a great trip and an interesting day in NYC.
After breakfast with Jane and Caroline, we rang Amanda.
“Go away,” she groaned.
“How was your evening with Issac?”
“Anything else we need to know?”
“I need to sleep,” she said, hanging up.
“She had better spill the beans on the crew bus,” Jane said, making us laugh.
Left the girls and moseyed up to Central Park to meet Christopher. He was actually a little late, which is very unusual for him.
“Hi,” he said kissing my cheek. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “It’s all good.”
“Did you get lost?”
He nodded his head. “Crazy, huh? I’ve lived here my entire life but this is my first time here in this area of the park.”
“Tut, tut, tut,” I teased. “You need to broaden your horizons.”
He laughed. “I had to call my Father, who of course wanted to know why I needed to be here.” “Did you tell him?”
“I did,” he smiled.
“You better stick with me so you don’t get lost again. Here you go,” I said, passing him a sandwich. “I got you a Rueben.”
“Cool, thanks. Man, that’s heavy.”
“Try carrying it all the way through the park in this heat,” I laughed.
“What’d you get? Let me guess, a turkey avocado?”
“How did you know that?”
He tapped his finger to his temple and I tried not to react to the way he carefully unwrapped the wax paper but of course I couldn’t keep my big mouth shut!
“It’s not a birthday present, Christopher! Oh, and I got you a Snapple,” I said, passing the drink to him.
“I’m a little scary, huh?”
“Not at all. You’re just being, what shall we say? Particular. You’re just being particular.”
“Or a pain in the ass,” he said, twisting the top off the bottle. “You want some?”
“No thanks, I have vodka,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.
He cracked up laughing. “Is that because I’m a pain in the ass?”
“You are not a pain. You’re really great company,” I said, taking an ample bite of my sandwich.
“Thanks you,” he said, with a smile that for the first time ever, I found utterly attractive. So much so in fact that my stomach did a little churning movement which I’m not attributing to hunger.
“So,” I said, promptly averting my gaze. “Are you seeing anyone?”
His resounding, “Yes,” took me by surprise.
“Oh really, who?”
“Her name is Lori.”
“When did this happen?” I said, hoping my tone didn’t reflect my feeling.
“Not long ago but it’s moving pretty fast.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool.”
“What does she look like?”
He perched his drink on his knee. “She’s blond. About your height. Brown eyes,” he said, looking at me. “A real sweetheart.”
“What else?” I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“She’s kinda like you.”
“Yeah, it’s funny,” he said, his eyes moving toward the fountain. “I never thought of it before but yeah, she’s like the American version of you. With longer hair.”
“You should run while you can!”
“No way, no way,” he laughed. “She’s awesome and so easy to get along with, I really like hanging out with her.”
“I’m so happy to hear this,” I said, not entirely sure if I meant it or not. “You never tell me anything like this.”
“There’s been nothing to tell.”
“But now there is! How did you meet Lori?”
He laughed and shook his head.
“What? Was it in some seedy and sordid way?” I teased.
“Do you consider playing tennis seedy and sordid?”
“Of the worst kind,” I laughed.
Ah, Christopher, sounds to me like game, set and match.