The Amoralists
Dear Woman on the Hill with the Cat,
Hi there. We met last night at the Shag opening at La Luz de Jesus — L.A. by Day by Night it was called. It was a great show, wasn’t it. I thought the turn out was pretty good, didn’t you?
When I went for dinner at the Dresden with Jill and Tej after the show, there were two questions that I could just not get out of my mind: who was he pointing at, and why were you pointing at him?
I’m guessing that he’s not pointing at you. It’s night and the party seems well enough lit, so he shouldn’t be able to see you. I don’t think it’s popular girl (for whatever reason not pictured on the web) getting chatted up by the two junior marketing executives in the middle of the party. She seems like too much hassle for our friend. I’ll bet it’s the woman at the other end of the party ignoring the waiter. She’s ignoring her drink, so there’s probably something there.
How about you, though? Do you know him or her? Friend or foe? Are you watching surreptitiously or are you in on the joke? And what about your cat? Let me know when you get a chance, because I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it.
Actually, you know what? Don’t let me know. That’d kill the fun.
Yours,
Corey