Tuesday April 17, 2017
“Claire?” A gentle, but assured knock. “Are you alright?”
How long have I been here? How long have I been hosting a Moon Circle for one?
“Um, yes, yes, I am. Be right out.” I pull up my underwear (threadbare and elastic a bit stretched out), my jeans, and then realize I forgot to wipe. GET IT TOGETHER, CLAIRE. Back down, wipe, up, wash hands, holy eff, here we go.
“Come on in,” Noreen opens the door to her office and I go first. She is the perfect gentlewoman.
A lavender couch underneath a window. Spider plants, succulents and African Violets line the sill. Not one dry leaf. Of course she has a green thumb. She sits in a caramel leather chair, perhaps Moroccan. Paintings on the walls, all in blues, greens, purples.