You know that you are a very good girl, Lola. Don’t you? Now don’t you stand there and look at me like that. And don’t you frown at me like that too. It makes me feel that I have grown up to be my father. Yuck!
And just look at your legs. You should have at least cared to change the blade in your pink razor. Your long beautiful legs. I can’t take the eyes of the sheen. No one can.
Last night, you thought I was asleep. I was not. You needn’t have tip toed across the Persian carpet. You couldn’t have woken me up. I heard the click of the silver handset, I heard the whispers and I heard the click on the cradle again. I heard you tip toeing to the loo. I saw you stand there for a while and I heard the flush too. You shouldn’t have flushed, Lola. There was no need.
I hated the cold sweat and hated pretending that I was asleep. I felt sick in my stomach. Felt like getting up and rushing to the loo. I don’t know if you looked at me as you slid into the quilt. The bed stopped squeaking after a few minutes. Guess you had gone to sleep. How could you sleep, Lola?Oh! You told me you were tired when I kissed you. Have you been tired for long? I should have noticed. But did you want me to notice?
You used to hate mornings. But today you stand in the doorway even before I have read the morning newspaper. When did you buy that black skirt, Lola? And how come I don’t know about your new dresses anymore. I guess it would have been an impulsive buy. It’s so easy to get tempted on that scented, dimly lit floor they have at Harrods.
Its too early in the morning. You might not get the 47 from West Croydon. Should I offer you my car keys, Lola? Where do you want to go? Would it be okay if I drop you? I will just hop out in my sneakers and tees. You don’t want me to look good this early in the morning. Do you?
Oh damn! I have been talking too much, I guess. Asking too many questions. You would be getting late, Lola. I will be all right. Someone is waiting for you…….Run Lola, Run……….!!!!
