She had no fear of awaking a companion, as Maddy had chosen to bunk next door with her aunt. For the second time that day, then, Amy was alone on the streets of Paris. ” “Not woman,” he shook his finger at her, acting like an uptight Frenchman and an overly-pious Jew at the same time.
This arrangement symbolized the girls’ trip that Amy had saved up for two years to finance. Without consideration, she began to steer her feet towards the Marais.
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Each day so far, she’d returned from solo morning walks to a jet-lagged, whining late-teenage daughter, whom Amy noted was newly swathed in the freshman fifteen, and sister-in law who had always worn what Amy called the “Mahwah 30”: 20 pounds of flesh, ten pounds of makeup. “You and dad had the world’s best picnics, in Paris, without me. “Tony felt the same way about Disneyworld as I did,” Amy said. He used to say, the real world is a magic king—“ “He wouldn’t have been so lame,” said Maddy. He wouldn’t have, actually,” Amy said, blowing air through her lips. “Tony and I went to Disneyland with our parents, you know. She had wanted so much to take her daughter, a moderately-observant Jew, to the Jewish quarter, but things never transpired as planned. ” No husband, but I’ve been on thirty dates in ten years, gotten laid twelve-point-five times, she wanted to say. If Amy closed her eyes hard, a dusty memory might emerge of uncles in Millburn, New Jersey, little black boxes wrapped around the arms, rocking in back rooms and her mother saying to her, “they’re still praying like that, for some reason.” “My husband is dead.
Both her companions noticed all that was bad about France—the sirens, the sewage smell, the reliable rudeness of waiters—and nothing good, neither a flying buttress nor a charming café. “It was your Dad’s dream to take you to Paris,” said Amy. “What I’d actually like,” Maddy continued, “is to see Mickey Mouse wearing like, one of those cute French hats. All that money saved, and she wouldn’t be here again for a decade, and honestly, had Marie Antoinette felt a bigger dropping sensation in her gut when they dragged her to be beheaded at the Place de La Concorde? I’ve reached the point where I’d kiss anyone, I’d kiss you.
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