Post by iris on Jun 24, 2005 15:02:57 GMT 1
George had just finished another meeting at the Letherbar. She went to the ladies room just before leaving when she thought she’d recognised the person who had passed her by in the opposite direction. She immediately turned around and ran after her. She could still see her back disappearing through the kitchen door.
So that’s where she was hiding. I knew she couldn’t be too far away! George was suddenly very pleased. After a few minutes she came back to the bar and sat herself in front of the bartender.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“I’d like to have orange juice, please.”
“Sure.”
“Tell me,”
“Yes?”
“A friend has asked me to say hello for her to someone that works here but, stupid me, I just can’t remember her name. I think she was supposed to be working in your kitchen. Do you happen to have anyone relatively new in the kitchen by any chance?”
“Well, yes. We do. I think you are talking about Angel. Is she Norwegian? She’s here about two months or so. Maybe more, not so sure.”
“She should be the one although I’m quite certain the name was different…” George was curious why the name Angel had been picked that time. It seemed there had been a method in her name picking.
“Well. Angel is not really her name. When she first came here she wasn’t willing to tell us anything about herself. Not even her name. So we had to name her somehow. She insisted on us calling her ‘Devil’. She said that all she had ever cared for was destroyed because of her, and that she had just hurt someone dear not too long before. She said she couldn’t forgive herself. But she’s such a nice person, always helping and kind, that we just couldn’t really use that nickname, so we picked ‘Angel’ instead.
“I see. I bet she didn’t like that.” George was amused. She wondered what the mystery lady’s real name was.
“No, she didn’t. Is she the one you are looking for?”
“Most certainly is. Can you see if she can have a few minutes’ break please?”
“Sure.” He disappeared into the kitchen. “Angel, there’s someone here to see you.”
George prepared herself for a long wait but a few minutes later she saw a familiar face behind the bar. “Hello, Angel.”
What’s her name gave her a frightened look, and then turned back to run to the kitchen fast.
“No! Wait. Listen. It’s really important. I’m not going to harm you in any way! I just want to talk.”
The woman hesitated, but stayed.
They went to a side table in the corner.
“Just be quick, ok? I’ve got work to do!” She looked really nervous.
“Sure. I’ll call you Angel if you prefer it here.”
“Thank you.”
“Listen, Angel. I just want to ask you how you are. I’ve noticed you here, that’s all. I’m not chasing you and I’m not going to tell anybody you are here. Ok? I just want to help.”
“Thank you. I’m ok.”
“Are you sure? You look very stressed.”
“I’m all right. Ok? Leave me alone!!! Please?”
“Sometimes it’s good to talk to someone who’d understand. I know what you’ve been through Angel. I can listen.”
“You don’t know anything!”
“Believe me Angel, I know. And I can tell you something else. She knows too.”
“I don’t know who you are talking about.” But her face became pale and her eyes wet.
“Helen. She couldn’t stop thinking about you since. She keeps wondering where you are while all this time you have been just…”
“Don’t you dare tell her I’m here!!!”
“Of course I won’t. I promised you.” George didn’t want to interfere anyway. If those two needed to talk they would have to find their own way to do it. “So you stayed here just to keep an eye on her, ah?”
Angel was crushing a napkin between her fingers. She whispered softly. “I couldn’t leave her. Not really. I’m so sorry. She was just getting better and I’ve ruined her life again… How is she?”
“Not so good.” Said George. “She misses you. You know?”
“I don’t believe you. Why would she miss me? I only abused her, she said… Let me go Dr. Woodson, I think I better get back to work.”
“I’ll leave you in a minute, Angel. But I want to say only this: it’s not too late, and if you believe in love you must find a way. You can contact me at the surgery or, if you prefer, when you see me here anytime you need to talk.” George took her card out of her bag and handed it to Angel. “You have my mobile number here too. Good luck!”
The expression of unbelief on Angel’s face was mixed with the begging look in her eyes.
“Just don’t tell her I’m here! Please!”
“I won’t, don’t worry. Just think about it, will you?”
“How can I not?”
“Good luck, then.”
George went home that day feeling absolutely great.
So that’s where she was hiding. I knew she couldn’t be too far away! George was suddenly very pleased. After a few minutes she came back to the bar and sat herself in front of the bartender.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“I’d like to have orange juice, please.”
“Sure.”
“Tell me,”
“Yes?”
“A friend has asked me to say hello for her to someone that works here but, stupid me, I just can’t remember her name. I think she was supposed to be working in your kitchen. Do you happen to have anyone relatively new in the kitchen by any chance?”
“Well, yes. We do. I think you are talking about Angel. Is she Norwegian? She’s here about two months or so. Maybe more, not so sure.”
“She should be the one although I’m quite certain the name was different…” George was curious why the name Angel had been picked that time. It seemed there had been a method in her name picking.
“Well. Angel is not really her name. When she first came here she wasn’t willing to tell us anything about herself. Not even her name. So we had to name her somehow. She insisted on us calling her ‘Devil’. She said that all she had ever cared for was destroyed because of her, and that she had just hurt someone dear not too long before. She said she couldn’t forgive herself. But she’s such a nice person, always helping and kind, that we just couldn’t really use that nickname, so we picked ‘Angel’ instead.
“I see. I bet she didn’t like that.” George was amused. She wondered what the mystery lady’s real name was.
“No, she didn’t. Is she the one you are looking for?”
“Most certainly is. Can you see if she can have a few minutes’ break please?”
“Sure.” He disappeared into the kitchen. “Angel, there’s someone here to see you.”
George prepared herself for a long wait but a few minutes later she saw a familiar face behind the bar. “Hello, Angel.”
What’s her name gave her a frightened look, and then turned back to run to the kitchen fast.
“No! Wait. Listen. It’s really important. I’m not going to harm you in any way! I just want to talk.”
The woman hesitated, but stayed.
They went to a side table in the corner.
“Just be quick, ok? I’ve got work to do!” She looked really nervous.
“Sure. I’ll call you Angel if you prefer it here.”
“Thank you.”
“Listen, Angel. I just want to ask you how you are. I’ve noticed you here, that’s all. I’m not chasing you and I’m not going to tell anybody you are here. Ok? I just want to help.”
“Thank you. I’m ok.”
“Are you sure? You look very stressed.”
“I’m all right. Ok? Leave me alone!!! Please?”
“Sometimes it’s good to talk to someone who’d understand. I know what you’ve been through Angel. I can listen.”
“You don’t know anything!”
“Believe me Angel, I know. And I can tell you something else. She knows too.”
“I don’t know who you are talking about.” But her face became pale and her eyes wet.
“Helen. She couldn’t stop thinking about you since. She keeps wondering where you are while all this time you have been just…”
“Don’t you dare tell her I’m here!!!”
“Of course I won’t. I promised you.” George didn’t want to interfere anyway. If those two needed to talk they would have to find their own way to do it. “So you stayed here just to keep an eye on her, ah?”
Angel was crushing a napkin between her fingers. She whispered softly. “I couldn’t leave her. Not really. I’m so sorry. She was just getting better and I’ve ruined her life again… How is she?”
“Not so good.” Said George. “She misses you. You know?”
“I don’t believe you. Why would she miss me? I only abused her, she said… Let me go Dr. Woodson, I think I better get back to work.”
“I’ll leave you in a minute, Angel. But I want to say only this: it’s not too late, and if you believe in love you must find a way. You can contact me at the surgery or, if you prefer, when you see me here anytime you need to talk.” George took her card out of her bag and handed it to Angel. “You have my mobile number here too. Good luck!”
The expression of unbelief on Angel’s face was mixed with the begging look in her eyes.
“Just don’t tell her I’m here! Please!”
“I won’t, don’t worry. Just think about it, will you?”
“How can I not?”
“Good luck, then.”
George went home that day feeling absolutely great.