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„Whatever.“ Glaring, she walked around Charlotte like she was something not to step in.
Mel watched her. „Do you think that attitude is nature or nurtured?“
„Looked pretty natural to me,“ she muttered, then turned to him. „Do I have a withering look like that?“
She tried a scowl and a snarl on him before he looked up and around, took her hand and started them walking again. „No, you don’t. You do anger and disbelief very well… and boredom… and frustration, too. Your face is very expressive, but there’s nothing that would make anyone feel subhuman like that.“ He paused, then sighed and rolled his eyes. „Did I mention stubborn? It seems to be your most frequent expression lately.“ He glanced over at her and wasn’t disappointed. „I do listen to you, Charlotte. All the time. Every second of every day. It’s what I do. But I can’t be expected to react to every thought in your head – most aren’t even whole thoughts; they’re wisps and snippets mostly. And when you’re thinking out loud, as you were just then, it might help to remember that I’m getting it in stereo – what you’re saying and what you’re thinking.“ He released her hand to point at both ears, then tipped his head. „Or in this case, what you’re saying and what you’re trying not to think.“
„Ho! So now you know what I’m not thinking. That’s great – and incredibly presumptuous of you.“ She increased the length of her stride.
He chuckled. „Not what you’re not thinking, what you’re trying not to think – that you did all this to attract men.“
„Which I didn’t.“
„Of course you did.“ Once again she dug in her heels. „Well, what’s wrong with that? If you were going to sell your car wouldn’t you wash it and vacuum out the trunk, make it look nice, show off its best features, hoping to make someone else want it?“
„I’m selling myself?“
Mel recognized the edge in her voice and took a bracing stance. „Yes, in a way. Everyone does it, every day. You sell yourself to your clients. You’re polite and professional; you work hard and you finish their financials on time – and they pay you and keep you on for another year. Are you going to tell me you wouldn’t put as much effort into finding someone to love? Why, making yourself appealing to the opposite sex is as natural as… well, it is nature, isn’t it? Birds do it. Animals do it. Maybe not as deliberately or as consciously as humans do it, but even then there’s a great deal of basic human instinct involved. So why not admit it? Yes, you’re reclaiming your life, and yes, you should have done so years ago, but you’re also hoping to make someone else want you. You hate being alone.“ He stooped to meet her at eye level. „And there’s nothing wrong with that. You can say it out loud.“
Charlotte sighed, wandered over to a convenient bench and sat down. „I do hate being alone. And I do want somebody to want me.“
„Amen to that, honey.“ The woman on the bench behind her turned her head and smiled. „You and me both.“
„Why does it have to be so complicated?“
The woman shrugged a shoulder and took a guess. „If it was easy it wouldn’t be special. It wouldn’t mean anything to us. We’d take love for granted, like clean air – and look what’s happening to that.“
They exchanged a thoughtful smile.
„And so,“ Mel said, using his arms to draw a large circle in the space in front of him, as the woman turned away with a nod. „There you have it. Now let’s shop.“ There was nothing Mel liked better but… he watched as she scrunched her face at the Victoria’s Secret window display one shop down and let loose a sigh that could have been Job’s. „You can have all the nice new clothes in the world but if you don’t feel pretty and sexy and desirable in them, what’s the point? And there’s nothing that will make you feel pretty and sexy and desirable faster than pretty, sexy, desirable underwear.“
„And you know this how?“
„Laurel’s Lingerie on the Home Shopping Network. They say it repeatedly. Are you coming or not?“
„We practically bought Vicki out of business the last time we were here.“ She watched him fill his head with the subtle, feminine scent before entering the shop. „How many frilly underpants and bras do I have to have?“
„The question is, can you have too many?“
Apparently not.
But it wasn’t her ravaged budget that bothered her that afternoon. It was the conversation she had with Mel that kept poking at her like a mean kid with a stick. She went over and over it in her mind. It made perfect sense on the surface – she didn’t want to be alone and she wanted someone to want her – but there was something missing, a nail or a screw or some glue that would hold the two statements together.
Mel was nowhere in sight when she emerged from her long steamy bath that evening, bundled in a new blue terry robe that was softer than her old one, which had been washed so many times most of the pile had rubbed off. She brewed a mug of hot tea, added honey and curled up on one end of her new couch to study the fall television lineup in the TV Guide – but it didn’t hold her attention for long. She read the first page of the new Elinor Lipman novel six times before she realized she wasn’t in a very good mood. She felt restless and testy and… where the hell was Mel?
She wondered where he went when he wasn’t with her – to play nine holes of golf? To get his teeth cleaned? Maybe he floated on clouds above the ozone, napping. Maybe something simpler… maybe he was off taking a shower, too?
A warm steamy fog broke and shifted before her eyes like a dream, and the damp musky scent of man and soap filled the air. She could almost see him in the mist, drops of water like diamonds in his thick dark hair, one lock hanging over his forehead, not quite touching his brow; his eyelashes spiked around deep blue eyes, his lips moist. His bare chest glistened; the skin across his broad shoulders was smooth and sun-kissed, and a fascinating river of course dark hair traveled the shallow valley between the rippled muscles of his abdomen, lower and lower until it -
„Charlotte!“ A cloud billowed into the hall from the bathroom and Mel emerged, wrapping a large white towel around his middle – he was clearly steamed. „Have you lost our mind?“
„Oh God,“ she said, watching Mel turn to face the-wetter-than-he-was vision of himself as the image slowly faded away. Once it was gone he looked back at her.
„You can’t keep doing this. I think I’ve been extremely tolerant of your feelings toward me – I am after all you’re perfect man – but now you’ve gone too far. I can ignore only so much. We both know where this fantasy would have landed us and you know we can’t go there.“
„I know. I know.“ She drew her legs up close to her chest and buried her face between her terry covered knees. She was mortified… and completely shaken. The neurons in her brain began to fizzle and spit, signaling a mental meltdown as the schism between her mind and her emotions became so wide she couldn’t bridge them any longer. „In my head I know, but not in my heart. I can’t help it. I’m in love. With you. And it’s hopeless. I’m hopeless.“ She stood abruptly, her face wet with tears, and marched toward the kitchen for a tissue, arms waving. „How pathetic and desperate does a person have to be to dream up someone like you? I watch Discovery Cha
„Stop it.“
„What’s the matter with me? Why did I ever think that listening to you would change anything? Merry Mel, come to fix poor Charlotte. What was I thinking? It’s never going to matter if I change the way I dress or the way I look or the color of my apartment or… or if I date or don’t date or… or have sexy underwear.“ She blew her nose and sniffed loudly, realizing then what had been missing from their earlier conversation: She didn’t want to be alone and she wanted someone to want her, but she was alone and she’d stay that way as long as she had Mel. „Underneath it all, I’ll still be me. I’ll be plain and weak and awkward and I won’t fit in anywhere. I’ll be the same old Charlotte who screws up every relationship she has with a man, who sits at home and watches her friends get married and make new lives and… and babies and are happy and… plant ger-bera daisies in their strip gardens. If I’m ever going to be the woman I’ve always wanted to be, if I’m ever to be truly happy with myself, then I’m going to have to change things… inside. Alone. Without you.“