of Logan and I under the mirrors that rival the erotic drawing of Buddy’s. I shake my head, ridding it of these thoughts.
“You’d know,” Amber grins.
I grin back. “Oh, Amber, those mirrors are the best present you’ve ever given me!” I laugh. If only I could go and play under them right now , I sigh.
* * *
Amber and I part company outside of Pierson House after a long hug, during which I mumbled for quite possibly the fiftieth time how ecstatic I am that she’s pregnant. I then wave her away and linger outside of the office for a minute before I speed dial my mom’s salon. Although she’s away, I’m hopeful that one of her employees will know something about the dating profile and I need to book in Mary-Gene’s appointment. Lucie answers — just the gal I want to speak to.
“Salut Lucie, c’est Gemima,” I say. Ordinarily, I’d love to chat with her for awhile but my unexpected lunch date with Amber means that I’m already pushing the edges of my allotted time for lunch. Getting straight to the point, I ask, “Has my mom mentioned anything to you about creating an online dating profile for me?” I ask, crossing my fingers and hoping she knows something about it. “My boyfriend won’t be too best pleased,” I add.
“Ah, about that… Wait, you have a boyfriend? That’s fast work!”
I grin. “Uh,” what do I say to that? I settle for, “Thanks. His name is Logan. He’s the best thing since sliced bread,” I tell her.
“I am French, I do not like sliced bread,” she quips. “That’s exciting news, Gem. I am happy for you…so is Bianco; he’s here, eavesdropping.”
“Hi, B,” I smile, and I hear him shouting hello in the background. “Before I forget, can you please book in a couple of back-to-back appointments with my mom on Friday evening for me? Anytime after six would be great,” I request.
I hear her tapping on the computer. “Sure,” she says. “All done. Now, uh, about that profile…Bianco and I have a confession: it was not your mom’s work, it was ours. After hearing your woeful tale at the Lonely Hearts Party, Bianco and I thought you could do with a good man and a good time, so we set it up,” she confesses.
The culprits are caught, I sigh in relief, as behind me I hear the doors of Pierson House open. “I’ll have you know that I had a very good night after that party,” I smile into my phone. “I was with Logan,” I tell her, letting her imagination make of my words what it will.
Behind me someone coughs loudly, making me jump and turn around. It’s Amélie; she’s standing, watching me, listening to what I’ve been saying. Shit ! I feel my face flush. That’s embarrassing!
“I’m just finishing my lunch break,” I say weakly, my eyes wide and mortified.
“I don’t care,” she shakes her head.
Uh…OK.
“I’ll be thirty seconds,” I tell her. “Lucie, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you on Friday.”
“Oui, très bien,” she says. “I’ll delete the profile,” she promises. “How did you find out about it anyway?”
“Logan’s best friend told me,” I say, trying to ignore Amélie’s eyes narrowing.
“Oh…is he single?” she wonders.
I laugh at the ludicrous thought of them together. “You don’t want to go out with Buddy,” I’m sure of it. “You’re too nice for him,” I say, without thinking through my present company. I blush again. Double shit! I did not think Amélie’s eyes could get any narrower, but they have. I remind myself how legendary her tantrums are, and how little I want to witness one first hand. Suddenly, I’m scared.
“Bye, Lucie,” I say mournfully. I tap the End Call button and slowly look up at Amélie. As innocently as I can, I say, “Did you need something?”
“I just wanted to say well done,” she says in her imperial tone.
“Well…well done?” Why can’t I help feeling suspicious?
“Yes, I’ve seen that you’ve completed three projects and signed on two new clients.
“You’d know,” Amber grins.
I grin back. “Oh, Amber, those mirrors are the best present you’ve ever given me!” I laugh. If only I could go and play under them right now , I sigh.
* * *
Amber and I part company outside of Pierson House after a long hug, during which I mumbled for quite possibly the fiftieth time how ecstatic I am that she’s pregnant. I then wave her away and linger outside of the office for a minute before I speed dial my mom’s salon. Although she’s away, I’m hopeful that one of her employees will know something about the dating profile and I need to book in Mary-Gene’s appointment. Lucie answers — just the gal I want to speak to.
“Salut Lucie, c’est Gemima,” I say. Ordinarily, I’d love to chat with her for awhile but my unexpected lunch date with Amber means that I’m already pushing the edges of my allotted time for lunch. Getting straight to the point, I ask, “Has my mom mentioned anything to you about creating an online dating profile for me?” I ask, crossing my fingers and hoping she knows something about it. “My boyfriend won’t be too best pleased,” I add.
“Ah, about that… Wait, you have a boyfriend? That’s fast work!”
I grin. “Uh,” what do I say to that? I settle for, “Thanks. His name is Logan. He’s the best thing since sliced bread,” I tell her.
“I am French, I do not like sliced bread,” she quips. “That’s exciting news, Gem. I am happy for you…so is Bianco; he’s here, eavesdropping.”
“Hi, B,” I smile, and I hear him shouting hello in the background. “Before I forget, can you please book in a couple of back-to-back appointments with my mom on Friday evening for me? Anytime after six would be great,” I request.
I hear her tapping on the computer. “Sure,” she says. “All done. Now, uh, about that profile…Bianco and I have a confession: it was not your mom’s work, it was ours. After hearing your woeful tale at the Lonely Hearts Party, Bianco and I thought you could do with a good man and a good time, so we set it up,” she confesses.
The culprits are caught, I sigh in relief, as behind me I hear the doors of Pierson House open. “I’ll have you know that I had a very good night after that party,” I smile into my phone. “I was with Logan,” I tell her, letting her imagination make of my words what it will.
Behind me someone coughs loudly, making me jump and turn around. It’s Amélie; she’s standing, watching me, listening to what I’ve been saying. Shit ! I feel my face flush. That’s embarrassing!
“I’m just finishing my lunch break,” I say weakly, my eyes wide and mortified.
“I don’t care,” she shakes her head.
Uh…OK.
“I’ll be thirty seconds,” I tell her. “Lucie, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you on Friday.”
“Oui, très bien,” she says. “I’ll delete the profile,” she promises. “How did you find out about it anyway?”
“Logan’s best friend told me,” I say, trying to ignore Amélie’s eyes narrowing.
“Oh…is he single?” she wonders.
I laugh at the ludicrous thought of them together. “You don’t want to go out with Buddy,” I’m sure of it. “You’re too nice for him,” I say, without thinking through my present company. I blush again. Double shit! I did not think Amélie’s eyes could get any narrower, but they have. I remind myself how legendary her tantrums are, and how little I want to witness one first hand. Suddenly, I’m scared.
“Bye, Lucie,” I say mournfully. I tap the End Call button and slowly look up at Amélie. As innocently as I can, I say, “Did you need something?”
“I just wanted to say well done,” she says in her imperial tone.
“Well…well done?” Why can’t I help feeling suspicious?
“Yes, I’ve seen that you’ve completed three projects and signed on two new clients.
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