Today, because I brought it up, Myfanwy went out of
her way to dredge up some old photos of herself. She said ‘it won’t look like
me – on account of I had dark hair,’ and now it is all grey. I said, ‘that’s
okay, believe me, I understand completely.’ She was very beautiful – regal looking,
high cheekbones, olive shape to her face. She must have been quite a catch in
her day.
This was probably the most comfortable either of
us has been with one another up to this point. (Too bad – Monday I am
gone. But, then again, maybe that’s
exactly why we both felt SO at ease – because we knew this kind of unnatural
situation point – landlady to lodger – was coming to a close.) I offered to
take her Christmas cards to the box as I was mailing mine. I offered her some
of the butternut squash I had cooked, then shared some amusing things that had
happened to me recently – especially in regards to my trip to visit Andrew.
Then she reciprocated in return. You know, tete-a-tete sort of stuff. It was
lovely – just like old chums sharing. As she was going up to bed, she filled
up a hot water bottle with some nice hot, steaming water (my grandparents had
those). I asked if that’s what was it was, and then added, ‘oh, that’ll be nice snuggled
up next to your feet under the covers.’ She countered with, ‘well, you can have
one, too,’ and started to reach for another – the point being that she was including me in
her world, like you do with someone who's a real friend.
Spend every waking moment organizing my stuff and packing
it away for my move on Monday. I have promised Leah I would be theirs for all of
Sunday. Better get a move on it!
oh, boy . . .
