The story of the skirt relates to the time I was working in a bank. My female co-workers just nodded their head when I answered "Madame T" after having been asked my name. I did not know that French Canadians, at that time, addressed each other by their given name, used 'tu' on the first meeting and expected to hear me say "Ellena". Bad start, I was considered to be the arrogant newcomer from Europe.
I gave the girls an occasion to get back at me when I told them that I want my circle skirt to stand out in a circle as wide as their skirts and asked what to do about it short of inserting whatever it was they inserted into the hem of the underskirt. Their
The little branch of big TD bank was not air-conditioned then. Do I need to explain what happened on the day where heat and humidity climbed extremely high? Sitting in place all afternoon was a very sweaty/sticky situation.
Soon after and shortly prior to leaving the bank, I realized that I had become a trusted and in their eyes experienced friend. One of the girls was getting married and asked me specific questions concerning the night of the wedding, another girl came back from their honeymoon and shared with me that her husband asked her to do such and such and did I think it was OK. A young man walked me home after work, talking about Elvis P. whom I had hardly heard about, to then casually pose questions concerning abortion. I was not much help to any of them being very uncomfortable talking about personal matters but, I was pleased that I had made friends that trusted me.
Today is the first time that I notice the man sleeping on the bench but Pasha always makes me smile the way she moves proudly down the catwalk with purse on arm.
(Shaking my head in disbelief that I bought a purse for her).