Katherine Sloan, pulled the covers off the bed where her 36 year old daughter, Martha lay huddled in a fetal position.
Katherine had flown first class from JFK to London to pick up the pieces of her daughter's life that lay strewn about a cheerful London flat after her husband had left her. The children screamed wildly down the halls and ran up the carved wooden staircase. Tea had been laid in the quirky drawing room filled with avant-garde paintings and sculptures. But Katherine sat on the edge of the bed with Martha, trying to coax her out. " I know you loved him. A woman always desperately loves her first husband, at first, because that's her beginning. But it's not her end. Sweetie, the boys will be fine in New York. Let's go down for tea. Plus I've brought your favorite pajamas from home. To remind you of home."
Holding both of Martha's hands, Katherine's steely grip pulled her to standing. Katherine, perfectly balanced on her Ferragamo pumps, walked her daughter downstairs holding her waist.
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I love the character of Katherine Sloan. She's just perfect! Her quote about first husbands is just terrific. And how can you not be fascinated by a woman who can pull her daughter to standing without topping off her Ferragamos?
ReplyDelete"Katherine had flown first class from JFK to London to pick up the pieces of her daughter's life that lay strewn about a cheerful London flat after her husband had left her." Great opening line. You had me from the very start!
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