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The Lieutenant Detective came back from lunch today and deposited a small bundle of peanut brittle on O’s desk. O acted very pleased, but as with all things to do with O, it was very difficult to tell if this was genuine. He said he just “happened” to be at the sweet shop this afternoon. Dubious, because the Lieutenant Detective takes his coffee black and has never been sighted eating a sweet.
O prefers tea to coffee. Earl Grey, with a little milk. Drinks it with her little finger curled. I admit I quite like this little habit about her. Perhaps a lady after all.
O crossed the room to return a report and lingered at my desk. Asked me what kind of music I prefer. I was perhaps a little too eager; said I like everything. The truth is I can’t stand most of the modern noise one hears spilling out of the dance hall orchestras these days and really only like Bach and Mozart. But she put her hand on my shoulder and said we really must go to hear some music sometime. Wonder if we’ll actually go to a concert together. Might even be able to tolerate some of that bizarre Stravinsky music if it meant keeping company with O. Have such a curiosity about her; my instincts tell me she is a very refined person.
Hinted to O today that I might go to the lunch-stand around the corner and that she might like to come along. She did not seem to pick up on my invitation, but I believe she is simply waiting until we can go someplace nicer together. She has very fine taste, and I’m quite certain she would want our first lunch together to be special. It was foolish of me to imply we should go somewhere as cheap and common as the lunch-stand.
O straightened her stockings while talking to the Lieutenant Detective today and didn’t seem to care he was staring at her legs! Downright shocking. While sitting in chair, O reached right down to her left leg and began straightening the seam in the rayon. Stopped just short of reaching under her skirt and adjusting the very stays themselves, I’m sure. Very vulgar and inappropriate. Imagine the Lieutenant Detective was titillated, but the Sergeant would not have stood for it. Thank God for the Sergeant. There is such a thing as a moral and upright man.
Today O telephoned to a friend and stayed on the ’phone for several minutes discussing evening plans. Caught me looking at her when she was hanging up the receiver and began to ask me a question, but was interrupted by the Lieutenant Detective, who wanted me to go take dictation of a suspect’s statement in the interrogation room. I think she was getting ready to ask me to go along with her and her friend that evening. Am almost sure of it.
Left her handbag behind when she went to lunch today. Saw a carton of cigarettes peeking out from inside. The carton had the name
Gauloises
written on it. Never heard of the brand before, sounds foreign. But then, never smoked a cigarette before, either. Took advantage of a moment when no one was looking and slipped one cigarette out of the carton. Went outside to the alley to smoke it, but realized too late I had no match or Wonderlite to light it. Put cigarette in drawer next to O’s brooch. Hope she won’t notice one cigarette missing. She shouldn’t be smoking anyway. Sends the wrong idea. Doing her a favor. If she only knew what a good friend I could be. Has all the makings of a true lady; just needs someone with a sharp eye to keep her from being too foolish.
O took Iris to lunch today! Over me. Old, expressionless Iris, with her mannish little neckties. When they came back I was sweet as pie and asked all sorts of polite questions about their lunch, which O answered as if the whole situation had nothing to do with me. Would be offended, but can’t be bothered to care. Clearly I have overestimated O. She and Iris can have each other.
O came in a full twelve minutes late today. Did not apologize. The Sergeant said something to her about the time. Think she made a joke about it,
The Lieutenant Detective came back from lunch today and deposited a small bundle of peanut brittle on O’s desk. O acted very pleased, but as with all things to do with O, it was very difficult to tell if this was genuine. He said he just “happened” to be at the sweet shop this afternoon. Dubious, because the Lieutenant Detective takes his coffee black and has never been sighted eating a sweet.
O prefers tea to coffee. Earl Grey, with a little milk. Drinks it with her little finger curled. I admit I quite like this little habit about her. Perhaps a lady after all.
O crossed the room to return a report and lingered at my desk. Asked me what kind of music I prefer. I was perhaps a little too eager; said I like everything. The truth is I can’t stand most of the modern noise one hears spilling out of the dance hall orchestras these days and really only like Bach and Mozart. But she put her hand on my shoulder and said we really must go to hear some music sometime. Wonder if we’ll actually go to a concert together. Might even be able to tolerate some of that bizarre Stravinsky music if it meant keeping company with O. Have such a curiosity about her; my instincts tell me she is a very refined person.
Hinted to O today that I might go to the lunch-stand around the corner and that she might like to come along. She did not seem to pick up on my invitation, but I believe she is simply waiting until we can go someplace nicer together. She has very fine taste, and I’m quite certain she would want our first lunch together to be special. It was foolish of me to imply we should go somewhere as cheap and common as the lunch-stand.
O straightened her stockings while talking to the Lieutenant Detective today and didn’t seem to care he was staring at her legs! Downright shocking. While sitting in chair, O reached right down to her left leg and began straightening the seam in the rayon. Stopped just short of reaching under her skirt and adjusting the very stays themselves, I’m sure. Very vulgar and inappropriate. Imagine the Lieutenant Detective was titillated, but the Sergeant would not have stood for it. Thank God for the Sergeant. There is such a thing as a moral and upright man.
Today O telephoned to a friend and stayed on the ’phone for several minutes discussing evening plans. Caught me looking at her when she was hanging up the receiver and began to ask me a question, but was interrupted by the Lieutenant Detective, who wanted me to go take dictation of a suspect’s statement in the interrogation room. I think she was getting ready to ask me to go along with her and her friend that evening. Am almost sure of it.
Left her handbag behind when she went to lunch today. Saw a carton of cigarettes peeking out from inside. The carton had the name
Gauloises
written on it. Never heard of the brand before, sounds foreign. But then, never smoked a cigarette before, either. Took advantage of a moment when no one was looking and slipped one cigarette out of the carton. Went outside to the alley to smoke it, but realized too late I had no match or Wonderlite to light it. Put cigarette in drawer next to O’s brooch. Hope she won’t notice one cigarette missing. She shouldn’t be smoking anyway. Sends the wrong idea. Doing her a favor. If she only knew what a good friend I could be. Has all the makings of a true lady; just needs someone with a sharp eye to keep her from being too foolish.
O took Iris to lunch today! Over me. Old, expressionless Iris, with her mannish little neckties. When they came back I was sweet as pie and asked all sorts of polite questions about their lunch, which O answered as if the whole situation had nothing to do with me. Would be offended, but can’t be bothered to care. Clearly I have overestimated O. She and Iris can have each other.
O came in a full twelve minutes late today. Did not apologize. The Sergeant said something to her about the time. Think she made a joke about it,
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