In her mind, she could hear her mother’s voice: “It’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors, honey.”
I’m not tempting
fate, Mom.
The bad luck’s already arrived.
She hadn’t had time
for breakfast, and now her stomach was reminding her it needed nourishment. She
took a large chocolate bar from the top drawer of her desk, unwrapped it and
took a big bite. She went to the window. The rain was showing no signs of
letting up. She thought of that pig who’d taken her cab. Chivalry’s not only
dead, it’s entombed in the bowels of the earth, she thought. Even after ten
years of life in the so-called concrete jungle, there was a part of her that
longed to be the princess, rescued by the gallant prince and carried off to a
beautiful, far away kingdom. Not in the cards, Chloe thought, taking
another bite.
Chloe's early cynical view at this point in the book always strikes me as true to where she starts from.
ReplyDeleteIs chivalry dead? Dead and buried, for the most part!
ReplyDeleteIf it's not being taught, it'll never be learned. Good snippet. :)
ReplyDeletePoor Chloe. I hope her luck changes.
ReplyDeleteAhem. Well....south of the Mason Dixon line, there are still a few gentlemen who walk next to the curb, hold doors open for their lady companions, and say the right things at the right times.
ReplyDelete"Would you like another mint julep, dahlin?"
She definitely is going to have a bad day.... She should go back to bed, quickly!
ReplyDeleteChivalry may be dead, but as long as there is chocolate, life is good...
ReplyDeleteGreat line about the death of chivalry. Nicely done.
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