Page 122 of Still Me
“So...” I said. I raised my eyebrows and lowered them again.
She smiled blankly at me.
“I love your dress,” I said, the universal smoother for two women who have absolutely nothing to say to each other.
“Thank you. Cute shoes,” she said. But she said it in the way that meant they weren’t cute at all. She glanced over, plainly wondering if she could find someone else to talk to. She had taken one look at my outfit and deemed herself way beyond my pay grade.
There was nobody else nearby, so I tried again. “So do you come here a lot? To the Loeb Boathouse, I mean?”
“It’s Lobe,” she said.
“Lobe?”
“You pronounced it Lerb. It’s Loeb.”
Looking at her perfectly made up, suspiciously plump lips repeatedly saying the word made me want to giggle. I took a swig of my champagne to disguise it. “So do you cerm to the Lerb Berthouse often?” I said, unable to help myself.
“No,” she said. “Although one of my friends got married here last year. That was such a beautiful wedding.”
“I’ll bet. And what do you do?”
“I’m a homemaker.”
“A herm-maker! My merther is also a herm-maker.” I took another long sip of my drink. “Herm-making is perfectly lervely.” I saw Josh, his face focused intently on his boss’s, reminding me briefly of Thom’s when he was pleading with Dad to give him some of his crisps.
The woman’s expression had become faintly concerned—or as far as a woman who couldn’t move her brow could express concern. A bubble of giggles had started to build in my chest and I pleaded with some unseen deity to keep them under control.
“Maya!” Her voice tinged with relief, Mrs. Dumont (at least, I assumed that was whom I’d been talking to) waved at a woman approaching us, her perfect figure neatly pinned into a mint-colored shift dress. I waited while they air-kissed.
“You look simply gorgeous.”
“As do you. I love that dress.”
“Oh, it’s so old. And you’re so sweet. How’s that darling husband of yours? Always talking business.”
“Oh, you know Mitchell.” Mrs. Dumont plainly couldn’t ignore my presence any longer. “This is Joshua Ryan’s girlfriend. I’m so sorry, I missed your name. Terribly noisy in here.”
“Louisa,” I said.
“How lovely. I’m Chrissy. I’m Jeffrey’s other half. You know Jeffrey in Sales and Marketing?”
“Oh, everyone knows Jeffrey,” said Mrs. Dumont.
“Oh, Jeffrey... ,” I said, shaking my head. Then nodding. Then shaking my head again.
“And what do you do?”
“What do I do?”
“Louisa’s in fashion.” Josh appeared at my side.
“You certainly do have an individual look. I love the British, don’t you, Mallory? They are sointerestingin their choices.”
There was a brief silence, while everyone digested my choices.
“Louisa’s about to start work atWomen’s Wear Daily.”
“You are?” said Mallory Dumont.
