money?â
âIt would just be a loan. Iâd pay you back as soon as I start getting modeling jobs. They gave me an extra brochure. Iâll leave it.â
âI may be a crazy old lady but Iâm not that crazy.Besides, Miss Havisham didnât give Pip the money. Sorry to spoil the book for you.â
âI didnât really think you would.â She drops the smile.
âItâs in July, this course?â
âThey offer it four times during the summer. Iâm going to see if I can get an after-school job and go to the last one.â
âItâll have to be an after-school job robbing banks,â I say, and she does laugh â a small, polite, marshmallow laugh.
Mrs. Gollywatchit pops her head suddenly through the door.
âJean Barclay,â she booms, her transcontinental eyebrow doing a little dance. âYou know that smoking is forbidden in this building. What an example! Put it out immediately.â
âOh, my.â I extinguish the cigarillo against the ceramic gizmo on the reading table. âIt slipped my mind. So many things to remember.â
Tamara snorts.
âYour class is getting ready to leave,â she says to Tamara, who has wheeled my walker into place.
âIs this your last visit?â I ask her when the Gollything has gone.
She shrugs. âI think we come again next week. MissWhippleâs scheduled an extra visit because a TV station wants to film us for some special theyâre doing.â
âMaybe youâll be discovered.â
âYou never know.â But thereâs a touch of defeat in her voice.
âDonât forget your dragon.â She tucks it into the modeling brochure before we leave and slips them into my purse.
Back in my room, I use them to replace the postcard Iâve been using as a bookmark in
A Tale of Two Cities
although, later, I fall asleep reading and my place is lost anyway. Miss Pross and Madame Defarge battling it out â how is it possible to fall asleep in the middle of that?
Sometime in the night the book and the brochure have landed on the floor and Latoya is asking me where I want them put.
âIâll take them. Iâm awake now with all this fuss.â
âHow âbout a hot drink?â Latoya plumps the pillows. âYou been sleeping since just after supper but I kept you a snack and a cuppa decaf from the nine oâclock snack wagon.â
âJust the coffee. Now, where are my glasses?â
It takes her half an hour to clean the glasses, heat the coffee and fill me in on what George the Acne Kid has been failing to learn at school and her husband has been confiscating at airport security.
âYou wouldnât believe the things people try to take onto a plane,â Latoya sighs. âIncredible. Things clipped onto rings where their body has been, well, you know...pierced. Nipples and even...â
âLatoya!â
âBut I let you read now,â she says finally. âCall me if you need anything.â
The brochure, I notice, is filled with the kind of advertising gimmickry I always pointed out to students in my English classes. Skinnybones â such a willing victim. As if a five-day course could turn her into a cover girl for
Vogue
.
And the expense. Such preposterous expectations. Twenty-five hundred dollars. Choose where youâd like to be parted from your money. Calgary...
Or Vancouver?
I look at the back of the brochure more closely.
In August, Universal Style offers its course in Vancouver, Canadaâs most beautiful city, on a campus located a short walk from the Pacific waterfront.
August 6-10. August 13-17.
Vancouver.
Just three hours from Seattle.
Serendipity is not something Iâve ever believed in.Alignments of the stars are fine enough in a piece of literature or high opera but in real life Iâve always believed we forge our own pathways. The horoscope page of the newspaper would be the first thing