A Girl’s concerns
For me it was not an unusual afternoon. I needed to sneak under the duvet and dissect my inclinations and desires. With luck, a rope and mirrors would save my sanity and I would lie naked and helpless on a seashore, waiting for the incoming tide. The phone rang. Well-bred friend Boudi shrieked down the phone; her style I love and envy. She demanded that I help at a meal to be hosted by her parents that very evening. It was quite beyond her. There would be French delicacies, Chateau Musar and unusual characters. My preference was to remain in despair on the seashore, seeking my salvation, but I owed her many favours. Besides, she promised breeding and intrigue. I clung to her vibe, dressed in my best and headed for the Tube to Sloane Square.
