My tone went completely over his head. He was still, apparently, engrossed in his notes.
That’s the only downside to the younger ones; they have a terrible bedside manner.
That was yesterday morning, in a different life. Today, after, the bus was making good progress as I headed for the office.
It was raining, and everyone else looked miserable, huddled into their overcoats, sour morning breath steaming up the windows.
Life sparkled toward me through the drops of rain on the glass, shimmered fragrantly above the fug of wet clothes and damp feet.
I have always taken great pride in managing my life alone. I’m a sole survivor—I’m Eleanor Oliphant.
I don’t need anyone else—there’s no big hole in my life, no missing part of my own particular puzzle. I am a self-contained entity.
That’s what I’ve always told myself, at any rate. But last night, I’d found the love of my life.
When I saw him walk onstage, I just knew. He was wearing a very stylish hat, but that wasn’t what drew me in.
No—I’m not that shallow. He was wearing a three-piece suit, with the bottom button of his waistcoat unfastened.
A true gentleman leaves the bottom button unfastened, Mummy always said—it was one of the signs to look out for,
signifying as it did a sophisticate, an elegant man of the appropriate class and social standing.
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