''Caroline Priestly where are you?''
Caroline groaned trying to hop on her one heel around an apartment she didn't know and woke up in this Monday morning, she was late, her Mom on the other end of the line, sounded worried and angry with her at the same time.
''Mom I'm fine. I was out last night.'' Car found her purse next to the couch.
''Where and with who?''
Car pinched her nose bridge. She was nineteen. Had a intern job at a gallery downtown. ''Mom you don't know them. It was a date with someone from my work set me up with. Ursula wanted me to meet her. Mom I stayed the night at their place.''
Holding the phone away from her ear.
''What is their name?''
''Mom. I don't know yet.'' Car almost said that to her Mom. Thought better of it. So she was just like Mom, she was bad with names.
She had nice hair like windblown chestnut and she was fun and wrote for some newspaper, those things Car could remember from last night. Just not her name. It was a boyish name.
Parker no. BJ no. Alex or Jo.
It suited her date.
Caroline came over to a piece of mail, saw her name on a catalogue. Read it out.
''Andy. Andy Sachs.''
Miranda dropped her phone.
''Sachs.''
Andy Sachs, her Andréa, a former assistant slept with her daughter. Had a one night stand with her first born of her twin daughters. Rigid with the news.
''Tell me the address Car now. I'm coming over.''
Car groaned poor Andy Sachs didn't know who was coming for breakfast.