. above the woman's head a fat crack in the palster fractured the cove that transitioned from the wall to the ceiling , the crack , i guessed , was why the closet door wasn't closed all the way . earthquake . i thought , reminding myself i was in southern california . old earthquake , i thought , reassuring myself that my personal seismic risk that day was probably manageable .
i refocused . i didn't think the woman at the door was cara . although they were about the same age , she was taller than i remembered cara being .i had not given the first moment of our meeting much thought , but i realized that i had expected that i would recognize my friend's daughter from her colorado early adlescence .
ahter a prolonged interlude of silence - i was the one who should have spoken first , of course , but didn't - the woman said ," hi- . can i ..... i don't know , help you with something ?"
friendly ? close . a little bemused , maybe . nicer than i would have been had our roles been reversed . by the time she finally spoke , the duplex 's architecture had started fading into the background for me . i realized that i might have begun staing . at the woman , not at the orange wall , the glass dorrknob , or the cracked cove molding .
she wasn't beautiful , not in any glamorous , stereotypical LA . MANER . BUT SHE WAS INTRIGUING . THE PROPORTIONS OF HER FEATURES WERE off , nut not in an inpleasant way . her face was a little too naroow , her eyes too far apart . asymmertric cascades of faint freckle spilled down her cheeks like sand-colored pebbles on a beach .
she was cute .
"i'm looking for ...i'm sorry ," i said . i glanced down for a second to search for some composure , exhaled , and then i looked back at the woman again ."i'm looking for carmel poteet . i might be here a little earlier than she thought i'd be, but she's ......expecting me ."
she was wearing two snug , casual tops . the layer below was pale yellow with narrower straps than the pink layer above it . either one alone would have been revealing . together the two managed to be modest and not-at all modest at the same time . her jeans were the kind of tight that always seems to inspire my prurient curiosity about the getting them over the hips part of dressing .
i refocused . i didn't think the woman at the door was cara . although they were about the same age , she was taller than i remembered cara being .i had not given the first moment of our meeting much thought , but i realized that i had expected that i would recognize my friend's daughter from her colorado early adlescence .
ahter a prolonged interlude of silence - i was the one who should have spoken first , of course , but didn't - the woman said ," hi- . can i ..... i don't know , help you with something ?"
friendly ? close . a little bemused , maybe . nicer than i would have been had our roles been reversed . by the time she finally spoke , the duplex 's architecture had started fading into the background for me . i realized that i might have begun staing . at the woman , not at the orange wall , the glass dorrknob , or the cracked cove molding .
she wasn't beautiful , not in any glamorous , stereotypical LA . MANER . BUT SHE WAS INTRIGUING . THE PROPORTIONS OF HER FEATURES WERE off , nut not in an inpleasant way . her face was a little too naroow , her eyes too far apart . asymmertric cascades of faint freckle spilled down her cheeks like sand-colored pebbles on a beach .
she was cute .
"i'm looking for ...i'm sorry ," i said . i glanced down for a second to search for some composure , exhaled , and then i looked back at the woman again ."i'm looking for carmel poteet . i might be here a little earlier than she thought i'd be, but she's ......expecting me ."
she was wearing two snug , casual tops . the layer below was pale yellow with narrower straps than the pink layer above it . either one alone would have been revealing . together the two managed to be modest and not-at all modest at the same time . her jeans were the kind of tight that always seems to inspire my prurient curiosity about the getting them over the hips part of dressing .
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