they belong together, don't they? Suddenly her face pulled into a mask of sadness and the tears began to roll down her face. We never looked like that, did we? I mean
But Charlie said nothing, he only pulled her into his arms. It's okay, Sam. It's okay. And then as she cried softly into his shoulder, oblivious of the glances of secretaries hurrying past her, he swept a long strand of the blond hair off her forehead and smiled down at her again. This is why you need a vacation. I think it's called emotional exhaustion, or hadn't you noticed?
She grunted disapproval and then chuckled softly through her tears. Is that what they call it? Yeah ' She pulled away from him, sighed, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Maybe I do need a vacation. And then, valiantly swinging her hair back over her shoulders, she attempted to glare at her friend. But not for the reasons you think. You bastards have just worn me out.
You're damn right we have. And we have every intention of doing so again when you return. So enjoy yourself while you're out there. Horse freak. A hand on both their shoulders suddenly made them both turn.
Haven't you left yet, Samantha? It was Harvey, pipe clenched in his teeth and a bright light in his eyes. I thought you had a plane to catch.
She does. Charlie grinned at her.
Then put her on it, for chrissake. Get her out of here. We have work to do. He smiled gruffly, waved the pipe, and disappeared down another hallway as Charlie looked at her again and saw the sheepish smile.
You don't really have to put me on the plane, you know.
Don't I? She shook her head in answer, but she wasn't paying attention to the art director, she was looking at her office as though for the last time. Charlie caught her expression and he grabbed her coat and bags. Come on, before you get maudlin on me. Let's catch that plane.
Yes, sir.
He crossed the threshold and waited, and with two hesitant steps she followed him. With a deep breath and one last glance behind her she softly closed the door.
The plane ride across the country was uneventful. The country drifted below her like bits and pieces of a patchwork quilt. The rough brown nubby textures of winter fields drifted into snowy white velvets, and as they reached the West Coast there were signs of deep satiny greens and rich shiny blues, as lakes and forests and fields ran beneath them. At last, with a fiery sunset to welcome them, the plane touched down in L.A.
Samantha stretched her long legs out in front of her, and then her arms as she looked out the window once again. She had dozed most of the way across the country, and now she looked out and wondered why she had come. What point was there in running all the way to California? What would she possibly find there? She knew as she stood up, tossing her long blond mane behind her, that she had been wrong to come all this way. She wasn't nineteen years old anymore. It didn't make any sense to come and hang out on a ranch and play cowgirl. She was a woman with responsibilities and a life to lead, all of which centered around New York. But what did she have there really? Nothing nothing at all.
With a sigh she watched the rest of the passengers begin to deplane, and she buttoned her coat, picked up her tote bag, and fell in line. She had worn a dark brown suede coat with a sheepskin lining, jeans, and her chocolate leather boots from Celine. The tote bag she had brought was in the same color and tied around the handle was a red silk scarf, which she took off and knotted loosely around her neck. Even with the worried frown between her eyebrows, and the casual clothes she had worn on the trip, she was still a strikingly beautiful woman, and heads turned as men noticed her making her way slowly out of the giant plane. None of them had seen her during the five-hour trip because she had only left her seat once and that to wash her face and hands before the late lunch that was served. But the rest of the time she had just sat there,
But Charlie said nothing, he only pulled her into his arms. It's okay, Sam. It's okay. And then as she cried softly into his shoulder, oblivious of the glances of secretaries hurrying past her, he swept a long strand of the blond hair off her forehead and smiled down at her again. This is why you need a vacation. I think it's called emotional exhaustion, or hadn't you noticed?
She grunted disapproval and then chuckled softly through her tears. Is that what they call it? Yeah ' She pulled away from him, sighed, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Maybe I do need a vacation. And then, valiantly swinging her hair back over her shoulders, she attempted to glare at her friend. But not for the reasons you think. You bastards have just worn me out.
You're damn right we have. And we have every intention of doing so again when you return. So enjoy yourself while you're out there. Horse freak. A hand on both their shoulders suddenly made them both turn.
Haven't you left yet, Samantha? It was Harvey, pipe clenched in his teeth and a bright light in his eyes. I thought you had a plane to catch.
She does. Charlie grinned at her.
Then put her on it, for chrissake. Get her out of here. We have work to do. He smiled gruffly, waved the pipe, and disappeared down another hallway as Charlie looked at her again and saw the sheepish smile.
You don't really have to put me on the plane, you know.
Don't I? She shook her head in answer, but she wasn't paying attention to the art director, she was looking at her office as though for the last time. Charlie caught her expression and he grabbed her coat and bags. Come on, before you get maudlin on me. Let's catch that plane.
Yes, sir.
He crossed the threshold and waited, and with two hesitant steps she followed him. With a deep breath and one last glance behind her she softly closed the door.
The plane ride across the country was uneventful. The country drifted below her like bits and pieces of a patchwork quilt. The rough brown nubby textures of winter fields drifted into snowy white velvets, and as they reached the West Coast there were signs of deep satiny greens and rich shiny blues, as lakes and forests and fields ran beneath them. At last, with a fiery sunset to welcome them, the plane touched down in L.A.
Samantha stretched her long legs out in front of her, and then her arms as she looked out the window once again. She had dozed most of the way across the country, and now she looked out and wondered why she had come. What point was there in running all the way to California? What would she possibly find there? She knew as she stood up, tossing her long blond mane behind her, that she had been wrong to come all this way. She wasn't nineteen years old anymore. It didn't make any sense to come and hang out on a ranch and play cowgirl. She was a woman with responsibilities and a life to lead, all of which centered around New York. But what did she have there really? Nothing nothing at all.
With a sigh she watched the rest of the passengers begin to deplane, and she buttoned her coat, picked up her tote bag, and fell in line. She had worn a dark brown suede coat with a sheepskin lining, jeans, and her chocolate leather boots from Celine. The tote bag she had brought was in the same color and tied around the handle was a red silk scarf, which she took off and knotted loosely around her neck. Even with the worried frown between her eyebrows, and the casual clothes she had worn on the trip, she was still a strikingly beautiful woman, and heads turned as men noticed her making her way slowly out of the giant plane. None of them had seen her during the five-hour trip because she had only left her seat once and that to wash her face and hands before the late lunch that was served. But the rest of the time she had just sat there,
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