New Arrival

Anne

I met Pamela at the party. She was looking stunning in her fitted, long-sleeved red gown with puffs on both shoulders, and a plunging back-line. The hem that ran down her back had glittery stones at its edges following the long v curve of her dress. She had on pearl stud earrings with a matching pearl necklace and had her hair packed in a bun. Pamela was breathtaking.

Beside her, dressed in a black tux, stood Andrew, who was talking with a man with a bit of grey hair. The man had his back turned, so I couldn’t see his face.

The party was filled with distinguished men and women from high places, most of which were in their middle ages. They all had sophisticating gowns and tuxes, and moved about like old Barbie princesses and princes, acting all prime and proper. You can’t even imagine them pooing.

Vincent tugged at my hand and pointed at the man standing and talking animatedly with Andrew. He was doing a lot of body movements while he spoke, as if his mouth alone couldn’t do j