A Dose of Christmas to come.
Fearing no solution for my inevitable eviction, I married an investment banker and we moved to Greenwich Connecticut. It was Christmas Eve. The house was full with friends and neighbors dressed up for a movie set.
They were all so rich. It was terrible.
My husband kept saying, "And she's such a good cook."
I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't see Nina. It was snowing outside. I didn't know where I was.
The phone rang.
It was Iris. "How do you make your cranberry sauce?" She asked, not realizing she had brought me back to Paris.
Merry Christmas to every one - Connecticut, California, Nantucket, _____ it, Uptown, Downtown, Green, Red, laid-off, paid-off, Madoff, and the English lady upstairs who doesn't speak to me anymore. merry merry, Christmas.
With love,
Mary
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I was hoping you would post today. Great story about Fauchon. Merry Christmas.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Mary! We met this past September at Le Cafe de Theatre while eating couscous. I was with my French mom, Nicole. We intended to come by your atelier the next night, but got stuck across town doing some last minute things before I left the next morning. So good to meet you, I have been reading your blog since my return and adore your paintings! Bonne Annee and all the best,
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