Look at them…dancing
All of them….dancing
What's so good about being in love hmmm...what does it get you? Alone at a table feeling sorry for yourself, that's what.
Why did I pick this place for the wedding? All I can think about is what I should've done but, no my ego got in the way. I am Caroline Elliot, I am head teacher, I went to Oxford…..I do not get scoffed at. How could I have made the reservation for a double? I know how, I'm Caroline Elliot and how was I taken aback by a desk clerk.
I should have changed the reservation when we got here. At the least, I should have changed the reservation while we were waiting by the fireplace. That could have ended it right there….asked to see the desk clerk and changed the reservation but noooooooo, I blew it.
Uuugh and Greg, I am surprised he actually finished his meal as much as he went on, and on, and on. I had to get out of there. Why didn't I give Kate a longing loving kiss before I left? She sure would not have been thinking about Greg after that, mucked that up as well. I blew it, I really blew it.
Why did I text her the next morning? Why didn't I ring her? Because she wasn't in her room the night before? I know her better. I know that she would not just go ahead without letting me know. But, what if she had, what if she was still in Greg's room in the morning. I don't know….I just don't know.
I do know I should not have let her walk away from that table that morning. I should have grabbed her arm as she walked away. I should have told her how we needed to start looking for a place of our own; her place had room for Lawrence but, not for William when he came home.
But, what does that all mean now? What does anything mean, really? She has made up her mind and here I sit alone….me and my mimosa
Roberta Flack…She played this the first time we…..
Kaaate…