January 8th, 1991
At home, England
Florence came over tonight and surprisingly, we didn’t even finish the bottle of wine she brought.
“There’s too much to talk about, love,” she smiled.
“You can say that again!”
“So, what happened? And I promise I won’t interrupt or ask any questions ‘til you’re done.”
“You’ll never be able to do that,” I laughed.
“Watch me,” she said, with a mischievous wink.
“Ok, so the phone was ringing when I got home yesterday morning and it was, as you know, freezing, so it took me a while to fiddle with the key and get it in the lock, but when I came in, the phone was still ringing, so, I dashed into the living room and picked it up, hoping and don’t hate me for this, hoping it might be Ben to say he was coming to see his parents for the day or something.”
Florence rolled her eyes but didn’t speak.
“I know, I know…Anyway, when I picked up, I said, “Hello?” and the voice said, ‘Do I call you Karen or Madison?’”
Florence’s eyes widened.
“Yup, William! And guess what the first thing I said was?”
Her expression asked, “What?”
“I said, hang on a sec, I have to shut my front door!”
Florence burst out laughing.
“So, I shut the door, dragged my suitcase into the living room and we were on the phone for about two hours!”
Florence’s hands gestured, “And?”
“Obviously he received my epic letter, the one you suggested I send, explaining, for example, the fact I don’t actually work for Vogue or live in New York. And that my name is actually Karen and not Madison Frazer!”
Florence shook her head, as I continued. “Let’s see, oh yeah, so he asked when I’m going back to Antigua and I said Millie had suggested we try and get the fourteen day trip again but when I said that he got a bit quiet so either he isn’t interested in me being there that long or he doesn’t like Millie much.”
Florence’s expression led me to believe it was the latter.
“I know she can be a bit of a pill sometimes and looking back she wasn’t particularly nice to him so we’ll see but for now we agreed to keep in touch and I told him what you said about showing up on my doorstep and he said ‘don’t’ give me ideas.’ I mean, can you imagine if he did? That would be absolutely mental. Anyway, that’s it! You can talk now. Say something!” I urged.
“I don’t know what to say,” she laughed.
“You’re never at a loss for words.”
“So, you’re going to keep in touch and see how things go?”
“Yes, but to be honest with you after what happened with David I’m in no rush to get involved with anyone, let alone someone who once again lives thousands of miles away.”
“This is different though.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Well for a start, William’s only stationed in Antigua, so at some point I imagine he’ll probably go back to the States.”
“Oh yes, he did mention that. He should be back in the States within the next six months or so.”
“Does he know where?”
“Not yet but I’m hoping LA!”
She chuckled. “You need to stay away from there!”
I sighed. “I know but I still think about David. I wonder if he came out to his family.”
“Well let’s hope if he did, it was a good experience.”
I hope so.