Dramatic

"Men as well as boys can only learn by trying."
-James Mitchell Clarke
"Luis of Gudalajara"

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 13, 1985
Friday

I woke up and went to Paloma’s store at about 11:30AM or so. I had lunch with her and Anne at Marco’s Café. It was nice.

I went to a bank to convert my last fifty-dollars into French Francs. I have one other fifty-dollar bill but I’m saving it. I hate to break it.

Anne gave me her bike chain bracelet because I admired the unusual aura of it. She’s too sweet.

I took a photo of Paloma and ‘Zon Zon’. I think ‘Zon Zon’ and Coco are sweet people (very good-looking, too).

I left Paloma for a while and took the RER train to get my boots that I had seen. I didn’t buy them after all. Instead, I bought two outfits totaling 3,100 Francs (that’s three-hundred and sixty dollars). It’s okay (I guess).

PHOTO: 'Zon Zon' and Paloma

Paloma and I took the train later to meet Bernadette; whereby, we enjoyed dinner along with Luis. Paloma’s mom was there, too. It was a pretty nice evening. We all had a good time. The desserts at these places are getting me fat though. I feel it.

Dale telephoned me when I got home to the little apartment.
Dale said, “Oh Michael, your mother was crying when I left.”
“Why?”
“Oh, she was calling Rachelle a bitch and how she doesn’t know what she’s missing with you and how she hurt you.”
“What? I don’t feel like she’s hurt me all that bad.”
Dale really surprised me when he explained how dramatic my mom had been.
Dale continued, “Well listen, I’ll tell you more when you get back.”
I thought, “That was nice of him to call me all the way over here. He sure had lots to say. Talking to him makes me miss home.”

 
'I wish you were here. I even miss your sharp tongue.'
-Philippa Gregory
"The Other Boleyn Girl"