Chapter 8

I sat back and became thoroughly engrossed in such a beautiful story, a sweet love story. I cried. And the catch cry from that movie ‘Love means never having to say you’re sorry’, I went on to use throughout my entire life, to many people.

The end came along, and the lights gradually came up, I was crying, and Paul was smiling at me. He held out his hand and I held it tightly, there were a lot of sniffles from around us in other seats. I dabbed at my eyes, trying not to smudge my makeup, smiled at him, and mouthed the words, Thank You. We stood and joined the others leaving the auditorium and re-entered the foyer upstairs, most of the ladies were making a beeline for the powder room and I joined them.

Not as spiffy as the one in the restaurant but still pretty nice, for a loo. The ladies like before were exchanging pleasantries in an outer room while this time the door to the lavatories was clearly marked with a Pull sign, which I did and went in and made myself comfortable for the ride home.

Paul held my hand as we descended the stairs along with the many others. The crowd was still exiting the ‘cheap seats’ with the gentlemen standing around discretely waiting for their escorts to return from their journey to make themselves feel comfortable no doubt. While waiting they were jovial and as was the custom of the day, they were lighting up their cigarettes and cigars.