The mademoiselles giving themselves facials.One girl is more or less cut out of the same mail-order catalogue as my daughter, Nature Girl: they are smart, inquisitive, self-reliant, and have an impish sense of humour. They both like to read: one is reading the translation of the French book, “Le Voyage de Theó”, by Catherine Clement and the other the translation of the Danish book, “En som Hodder”, by Bjarne Reuter.
The second girl comes from a Baptist family: pleasant, but strict parents. She’s finding it very hard to relax into the whole adventure. Yet, we, and she, are all trying our best.
What I do miss a little is a certain ebb and flow in conversation. These three seem to talk the whole time. The only pauses occur when they turn on the television or watch a DVD. The problem is, as far as I can discern, the second girl doesn’t read books.
I am always surprised to meet people who don’t. Obviously, if you look at the statistics, a lot of people don’t. I just don’t know many who don’t. It is similar to the situation of not knowing anyone who votes conservative, in Germany, or republican, in the States, even though these parties are in office with majority votes. How does that work?
I’m rambling… time to stop writing.
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