Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Fever Wallpaper
Driving back towards work, Richard reflected on how Buck and Jackie had appeared as they walked toward the house.
There was something about the way that Jackie walked that made Richard want to check into a hotel and spend two weeks alone in a foreign city, maybe Paris. What was it about that woman, he wondered? Maybe it was the pattern on her skirt that reminded him of French wallpaper—only moving, undulating.
He raised his right hand from the steering wheel, just for a moment, and felt his forehead, as he thought, Didn’t the French invent wall paper?
His forehead felt feverish, but his body was shivering.
There was something about the way that Jackie walked that made Richard want to check into a hotel and spend two weeks alone in a foreign city, maybe Paris. What was it about that woman, he wondered? Maybe it was the pattern on her skirt that reminded him of French wallpaper—only moving, undulating.
He raised his right hand from the steering wheel, just for a moment, and felt his forehead, as he thought, Didn’t the French invent wall paper?
His forehead felt feverish, but his body was shivering.
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