I woke up yesterday morning to find an email in my inbox from a friend of mine who lives in Montreal. I met her years and years and years and years ago, through a
mutual friend. How I met our mutual friend, Jayne, is an interesting story in and of itself.
The first time I saw her, I was working at an ad agency. It was my first job. I heard her before I saw her. She had this deep, throaty laugh. Then I saw her. Flaming red hair, arm loads of bracelets, necklace upon necklace wound around her neck, laying over and under an Hermes scarf, tied just so. Puffing on a foul-smelling cigarette. A Gitanes. She was Canadian, but lived in Paris.
She had come to visit her brother-in-law, who was our production manager. We never exchanged even one Continue reading
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