“Teddy Boy-Grandma’s joy”. I wanted to write that down so I wouldn’t forget it. And for the millionth time I am wishing for something that is just beyond my grasp. But I will try to change that. Nothing is happening at all. I have been painting, never leaving the house. It is not good and I feel kind of sick. Tomorrow, I think, I will go to the beach and maybe take some pictures. Right now school sounds good. Good friends and a busy schedule. Come home to good music, a full stomach, painting, and homework. I sound very mature but that can not be helped. I can see it now, a yuppie attitude in a freshman college student and why not? Get up at six am, go to class at eight. Get off at around five pm. Eat dinner than drink my milk-juice-whatever. Listen to music, do homework, paint, read a book, and go to bed. Does it sound dull? Don’t worry, I will spice up my weekends. My new image is Laura Holt. You know T.V. was always my escape. I still enjoy looking at it as much as reading.
She hadn’t seen him in years and even now she didn’t know if it was a good idea to acknowledge that he was there. “How have you been?”, he asked. “Fine” she had said hurriedly. Oh, how she had loved him. It had been no silly fling for her. She wished he would go so that she could cry and then try to forget him. She knew she would fail in that regard, yet again.
Does that sound depressing? I think I will make a day out of the beach tomorrow. You know, pack a lunch, the whole ten yards, as they say. I will get all dressed up. I will be in true Laura Holt fashion. Bring my camera and write you a letter. I will write something to warm your cold nights without me.
“Ahh, dabbling in mystery yet again, when will I ever learn, Mr. Steele?”
“Perhaps never, Ms. Holt”
“Let’s hope so, Mr. Steele”
“Dinner and a movie?”
“Why not?” she said as Remington Steele handed her a glass of Champagne.
“Cheers,” he said seductively, as he leaned into Laura Holt. She simply smiled and patiently waited…
And so do I, as I bid you a farewell,