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Date Posted: 11:53:52 11/07/09 Sat
Author: Lady Morilka
Subject: O dear I'm far behind again>>>>>
In reply to: Page 's message, "Did you read my mind? >>>>>" on 14:16:57 10/24/09 Sat

>Excerpt from Carey On
>©2009 by Juli Morgan
>Posted for purposes of critique only, and does not
>constitute publication
>
>Katie hurried along the sidewalk, anxious to reach the
>sanctuary of Adam’s flat where she could strip off the
>clothes she was wearing and throw them out the window.
> The tan twin-set and matching knee-length skirt, so
>different from her usual hip style, made her feel as
>if she were dressed in a Halloween costume, and she
>had no desire to spend another minute looking like a
>suicidal cheerleader. The tall white building loomed
>in front of her, and she sighed with relief, shifting
>the shopping bags that filled her arms. Before she
>could mount the front steps, she felt the bag
>containing her precious new coffee pot begin to slide
>out from under her elbow.
>
>“Shit!” she yelled, trying to juggle her other bags
>and catch the escapee before it could hit the sidewalk
>and shatter.
>
>“Got it,” said a female voice just behind her, and
>Katie felt the bag lifted from under her arm.
>
>“Thanks!” She turned to see a pair of blue eyes
>twinkling at her in amusement, and Katie was sharply
>aware that she looked dull as wren next to such a
>ravishing creature.
>
>The girl’s English Rose complexion was set off by
>platinum blonde hair that swung close to her chin.
>Her coat, which looked like she’d taken a mohair rug
>and cut it to fit, was the same soft blue as her eyes,
>and hanging below it was what appeared to be an
>authentic Indian sari. Katie just knew the vibrant
>pink would exactly match the girl’s blooming cheeks.
>Her own tan clothing seemed to draw back in
>embarrassment. Realizing she was staring, Katie took
>a quick breath and smiled. “Good reflexes. I really
>appreciate it.”
>
>“No problem.” The girl held up the bag. “Want me to
>help you in with all this, luv?”
>
>“That’d be great.” Katie started up the steps, her
>utilitarian brown loafers clunking on the concrete.
>“I have to warn you, though, it’s at the top.”
>
>“Ah, the penthouse suite.” The girl held the door
>open for Katie, and they huffed up the stairs. As
>Katie fished through her purse for the key to Adam’s
>flat, the girl gave her an appraising look. “New to
>the neighborhood?”
>
>“Very,” Katie said, unlocking the door. “I’ve only
>lived here with Adam for a couple of weeks..”
Is that second dot on purpose or not? Could be both thats why I ask cos either way would work but be completly different.
>
>“Adam?” The girl put the bag on the table, and
>grinned. “Adam Greene, he of the lovely hair and
>beautiful arse?”
>
>Katie laughed. “Nicely put. Yes, that’s the one.”
>She dumped her bags next to the one containing the
>coffeepot. “I’m Katie Scott.”
>
>“And I’m Maureen Smith. I live just up the road a
>bit.”
>
>“Wanna stay for a while and rap?” Katie dropped her
>coat on a chair. “I’ll make some tea or something
>after I change out of these threads.”
>
>“Love to, thanks.” Maureen removed her own coat, and
>Katie saw that the pink of her sari did, indeed, match
>the pink in her cheeks.
>
>Katie lost no time in pulling out her favorite top and
>most comfortable pair of jeans. “I had to go to
>Harrods for coffee, and Adam told me about their dress
>code. So I had to go out and buy some straight
>clothes just to go shopping.
Love that, I would be so annoyed if I had to do that.
I’ve been feeling my
>I.Q. getting lower since I put them on.”
>
>“That it explains it, then.” Maureen grinned and
>plopped down on the other chair. “When I saw you out
>there I thought maybe you’d got lost on your way to
>Sloane.”
>
>Katie pulled the tan sweater set over her head and
>sailed it toward the bed. “Sloane? What’s that?” She
>wriggled into her tunic and popped her head through
>the opening.
Just curious how long is Katies hair? If it should be longer than to her shoulders, she would have to pull that out too.
>
>“Cor, love, you don’t know about Sloane?” Maureen gave
>a sour laugh. “Let’s just say a Sloane would love that
>twinset you’ve just chucked, and wouldn’t be caught
>dead in that groovy top you have on now.”
>
>“Then I for sure wouldn’t fit in as a Sloane.” Katie
>fingered the threads of gold, silver and shiny purple
>that adorned the neckline and long, loose sleeves of
>the turquoise tunic. “I can’t see why anyone wouldn’t
>love this.” She stepped out of the loafers, and
>unzipped the dull skirt. It fell to her feet, and she
>sent it toward the discarded sweaters with a kick.
>
>“Well, I think it’s far out,” Maureen said, as Katie
>pulled her jeans on. “But, luv, why’d you go all the
>way to Harrods for coffee? You can get it at any
>market, you know.”
>
>“Yes, but it’s all instant.” At Maureen’s blank
>stare, Katie reached into one of her bags and drew out
>a red can of Folger’s. “I like this kind much better,
>and no one knew where I could get it, other than
>Harrods. My aunt is supposed to be sending me some
>from the States, but I couldn’t wait any more.”
>
>“Is there a difference?” Maureen eyed the red can
>with the skepticism of a racetrack agent looking at a
>phony twenty.
>
>“Huge,” Katie said fervently. “Like the difference
>between The Supremes and Janis Joplin.” Maureen
>looked unenlightened. “Jefferson Airplane?” At the
>negative shake of Maureen’s head, Katie tried again.
>“The Yardbirds?”
>
>Comprehension dawned on Maureen’s face. “Alright,
>that one I get. So, could I try some, then?”
>
>“Sure.” Katie pulled the box containing the coffeepot
>from its bag, and began unpacking it. “If you don’t
>like it, just let me know, and I’ll make tea. Adam
>showed me how.”
Love that remark, really brings ones head up. I've knowen loose tea all my life. My dad is a huge fan of it and I even know the differences between the teanames although they are just letters.
>
>“Showed you how? I take it there’s not much tea where
>you come from.” Maureen grinned.
>
>Katie smiled, and took the components of the
>percolator to the sink to wash them. “Not a lot, at
>least not the way you make it. We usually have it
>from bags and drink it over ice.” She laughed when
>Maureen shuddered in revulsion. “The first time Adam
>showed me loose tea leaves I thought it was a box of
>really exotic pot.”
>
>Maureen fizzed with mirth. “I do hope you didn’t
>smoke it.”
>
>“No, he set me straight.” Katie rinsed and dried the
>pieces of the coffeepot, and began assembling them.
>“I think that whole Boston tea party thing put the
>States right off drinking a lot of tea.
Oh yea, I missed good tea when I was oversea 10 years ago. (I'm getting old, it really was 10 years ago)
Probably
>because they didn’t have it for such a long time.”
>She put the can opener on top of the can of Folger’s
>and started cranking.
>
>“So what do you drink in the States besides
>bastardized tea and coffee?” Maureen looked
>interested.
>
>“The usual – water, beer, fruit juice, Kool-Aid. And
>a lot of soda.” Katie discovered Maureen looked blank
>again, and gestured toward the battered refrigerator.
>“You know, Coke and Pepsi?”
>
>“Oh! Fizzy drinks.” Maureen nodded. “Yeah, we drink
>a lot of those, too.”
>
>“Fizzy drinks,” Katie repeated, measuring out coffee
>into the basket. “I’ll have to remember that. I just
>learned ‘queue’ yesterday.” She added water to the
>pot, and set it on the stove. “Okay. We let it come
>to a boil, then in five or six minutes we’ll have
>coffee.”
>
>“Super. But Katie.” Maureen looked confused. “What
>do you mean you ‘learned queue’?”
>
>“Learned what it meant, I mean.” She removed her coat
>from the chair and tossed it on the bed before sitting
>down opposite Maureen. “We call it a line, instead of
>a queue. Of course, there’s also loo for bathroom,
>and tube for subway. Someone needs to write a British
>to American dictionary.”
>
>"You call it a line? Go ahead, butcher the language.
>Nobody cares anymore anyway." Maureen grinned. “Odd
>how we all speak English, and still can’t understand
>each other.” She chuckled. “Of course, it’s not just
>Yanks and Brits; there’s more to the generation gap
>than just clothes and music. I told my granny I
>wanted to sit and rap with her last time I visited,
>and she thought I was daft for wanting to knock on
>things. You know, rap?” She rapped her knuckles on
>the table in illustration.
>
>Katie giggled. “Very true. My dad used to just shake
>his head when I’d tell him I needed some bread to go
>to the movies or something. I don’t know why he
>thought bread was so strange. I mean, he said things
>like hubba hubba.”
Masupilami!!!!LOL
>
>Maureen lounged back, as if the chair she sat in was a
>velvet-covered chaise and not a spindly wooden one
>covered in chipped white paint. “So, you’ve moved to
>London, then?”
>
>Katie nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I just came over to
>check out the scene, you know? But I’ve fallen in
>love with it. And then, there’s Adam, and….”
>
> “Ah, Adam.” Maureen’s grin was evil. “Now there’s a
>bloke about whom ‘hubba hubba’ really means something.
> I was keen to hear his band play the other night, but
>they canceled with no warning. I wonder what
>happened?”
>
>Katie glanced toward the door as she heard footsteps
>approaching on the worn floorboards of the hall.
>“Sounds like he’s home. I’ll let you get the scoop
>from him.”

I really like to see how strange Katie was in London in the beginning. It gets emphasised nicely with the language and the coffee. nice scene!

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[> [> [> But you're still here, and that's what counts! *G* >>>> -- Page, 14:19:53 11/15/09 Sun

>>
>>“Very,” Katie said, unlocking the door. “I’ve only
>>lived here with Adam for a couple of weeks..”
>Is that second dot on purpose or not? Could be both
>thats why I ask cos either way would work but be
>completly different.

Good catch! You have a great eye, because I didn't even see that. Actually, there are supposed to be three periods there, to indicate her voice trailed off. Thanks! It's been fixed.

>>
>>Katie lost no time in pulling out her favorite top and
>>most comfortable pair of jeans. “I had to go to
>>Harrods for coffee, and Adam told me about their dress
>>code. So I had to go out and buy some straight
>>clothes just to go shopping.
>Love that, I would be so annoyed if I had to do
>that.

No kidding! When I first heard about that, I thought it was a joke, but they really have a dress code. I love reading about how people try to get around it. In several instances, people have tried to get in naked, just to make a point. *G*

>>Katie pulled the tan sweater set over her head and
>>sailed it toward the bed. “Sloane? What’s that?” She
>>wriggled into her tunic and popped her head through
>>the opening.
>Just curious how long is Katies hair? If it should
>be longer than to her shoulders, she would have to
>pull that out too.

You're right. I didn't even think about that. Katie's hair is down to her hips -- I described it a bit in the first chapter -- so she would have to pull it out of her blouse. Thanks for catching that!

>>“Sure.” Katie pulled the box containing the coffeepot
>>from its bag, and began unpacking it. “If you don’t
>>like it, just let me know, and I’ll make tea. Adam
>>showed me how.”
>Love that remark, really brings ones head up. I've
>knowen loose tea all my life. My dad is a huge fan of
>it and I even know the differences between the
>teanames although they are just letters.

Loose tea leaves are almost an unknown commodity here in the States, and very few people know how to make tea from them. Of course, not a lot of people drink hot tea, either, although it seems to be more popular lately than it used to be. I'm a lazy wench, though, and just buy Twining's Earl Grey in bags! *G*

>>“No, he set me straight.” Katie rinsed and dried the
>>pieces of the coffeepot, and began assembling them.
>>“I think that whole Boston tea party thing put the
>>States right off drinking a lot of tea.
>Oh yea, I missed good tea when I was oversea 10
>years ago. (I'm getting old, it really was 10 years
>ago)

I know what you mean! I just got a notice that my graduating class is planning its 30 year reunion! This must have been sent to me by mistake, as I rarely feel older than 20 on my worst days!

>>Katie giggled. “Very true. My dad used to just shake
>>his head when I’d tell him I needed some bread to go
>>to the movies or something. I don’t know why he
>>thought bread was so strange. I mean, he said things
>>like hubba hubba.”
>Masupilami!!!!LOL

Okay, you're going to have to help me out here, since I see another language barrier. *G* What is Masupilami?

>
>I really like to see how strange Katie was in
>London in the beginning. It gets emphasised nicely
>with the language and the coffee. nice scene!

Thank you! Since this was early after her arrival in England, I thought it was important to see how confused she got over simple things. She'll acclimate fast, though. A British friend of mine said that just a short time in London is enough to "knock the foreign out of anyone." LOL!

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[> [> [> [> Marsupilami -- Lady Morilka, 17:29:00 11/15/09 Sun

>>>Katie giggled. “Very true. My dad used to just
>shake
>>>his head when I’d tell him I needed some bread to go
>>>to the movies or something. I don’t know why he
>>>thought bread was so strange. I mean, he said things
>>>like hubba hubba.”
>>Masupilami!!!!LOL
>
>Okay, you're going to have to help me out here,
>since I see another language barrier. *G* What is
>Masupilami?
>

Marsupilami is a comic figure who always sais "huba huba"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marsupilami

:D

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