She grew up among Jackson Whites and Native American Indians
in that remote piece of New Jersey where Joyce Kilmer pondered the growth of
trees, before the McMansions started popping up like mushrooms for the lord of
the manor New York crowd sought to escape urban climate change.
The eldest of three siblings, she was just old enough to witness
the break up of her parents, condemning her to regular beatings by her mother, which
her father would not stop.
Still a virgin at 18, she got blamed by her mother for indiscretions
that never took place.
Although I had heard some of it prior to last night’s
drinks, it all came out by the time we got to the second bar and started on our
second round of drinking.
She actually seemed happy during our brief stay in the
office and at the first bar, talking about how she hoped to meet some of the
world’s greatest chefs, thanks to a press release I had forwarded to her.
Then things got dark when she talked about her mobbed-up New
York restaurant boss that had become fixated on her, who she admitted sleeping
with, but rejected him after that, even though she said she still admired him
in some ways.
She said she got out of the business because she was expected
to put out more than just drinks and meals. She misses the meal making
She recalled the number of chefs that used to stop over at a
place she worked upstate New York, gushing over one who stopped in once with
his wife.
By the second bar, she related a dream she had in which she
got so angry at her brother she actually struck him.
“I’m scared I might be turning into my mother,” she said,
recalling those early days when she actually shielded him from their mother’s
abuse.
He lives in the same building, and she got enraged when he
offered to buy her a meal if she would clean his apartment.
Although well-off from some earlier business dealings, he
tends to be cheap.
“He didn’t offer to pay me to clean his apartment, he just
offered me a meal,” she said.
She turned him down.
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