Waiting to watch a film about sex addiction, I accidentally kick over and break a glass. 'Ooooh', say the two black ladies in front of me, 'We know it was you'. They laugh. I go to find a dustpan and brush.
After the film I approach and tell them my resolution. 'Oh is it now?' says the one closest to me. Her hair is done up in a high bun and she is wearing an ivory necklace. Her friend leans back on her chair. She looks dubious.
'It's just something I've been trying to do everyday', I say trying not to sound perverted. The one closest to me gives me an answer. 'After Christie?' I ask. 'I don't think after Christie', she replies, 'I don't know. I never asked'. I thank her for her help. 'Good luck with your quest', she says as I leave.
Her friend watches me go. She remains dubious.
No comments:
Post a Comment