December 14th, 1990
At home, England
Awoke to a bright, sunny morning, feeling a little more hopeful than I have been. I think talking to Pamsy and seeing mum and dad happy lifted my spirits somewhat and reminded me that regardless of whether you’re ready or not, life changes. You can choose to “Go with the flow,” as Florence is fond of saying or get stuck somewhere in the midst of it all.
I want to be the type of person that’s open to new experiences, so, with that thought in mind, I picked up the phone and dialed Richard’s number, all the while hoping the answering machine would pick up.
“Karen! What a wonderful surprise. How are you?”
Impressed you know it’s me!
“Fine thanks. I just thought I’d ring to wish you a Happy Christmas.”
“And the same to you. Will you be home?”
“No, I leave Boxing Day for a Bangkok, Aussie adventure.”
“Nice, although I suspect you’d rather be spending it with your chap in LA.”
“Actually, that’s all over.”
“Well, well, well,” he uttered. “I shan’t lie and pretend I’m sorry but I do hope you’re not terribly upset?”
“I’ve had a few, let’s say, moments.”
“Perfectly understandable,” he said. “I have to say, I’m absolutely thrilled and most surprised to hear from you.” His tone sounded so sincere it made me smile as he continued. “So, now that the bright lights of Hollywood are no longer shining, would you perhaps like to go on a date with me?”
“You have a way with words,” I laughed.
“I’d love to hear you say yes to a date,” he continued. “This being the season of goodwill and all that rot.”
“Excellent! Would you like to choose where, or shall I?”
“Is London too obvious?” he asked.
“Not at all, I love London.”
“Will you be driving?”
“No, I’ll take the train to Euston. I can be there just before noon.”
“I’ll be driving but I can meet you on the platform?”
“That’d be great,” I said. “See you tomorrow.”
I hope so.