On my way over, I’d envisioned various nightmare scenarios of what awaited me. And of course, the Duchess, who in another life is merely Eleanor. They’re all sitting around a candlelit coffee table as though they’ve been kept waiting for a guest. A white fireplace in which she has placed a vase full of delicate pink blossoms.
SHE TAKES MY HAND-ACTUALLY TAKES MY HAND-AND LEADS ME INTO her giant living room, which is what I pictured and not what I pictured.
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I’m a hairdresser who knows exactly, exactly, how to handle her carefully undertucked bob of golden hair. “Samantha, hi!” As if she’s actually delighted to see me. Perhaps she sensed my hunger when we first met and has understandably kept her distance.īut tonight, Cupcake smiles at me. Frankly, I don’t know what I did to get on the wrong side of Cupcake. Oh, hi, Samantha, she’ll say, looking around at anything like it might be a buoy that will save her from the fact of me standing right in front of her. Normally if she and I catch sight of one another in the halls or around campus, she’ll draw her Christopher Robin cardigan closer, clutch her books tightly to her chest as though, tut, tut! Looks like rain.
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I think she’s going to greet me like she usually does, like I’m an unfortunate patch of gray sky from which she should soon take cover, or a tall, mildly disease-ridden tree-it is so sad and creepy about my bare and unseemly branches. She’ll often gently tug on them in Workshop while reading aloud from her work-the most recent iteration of which was postfeminist dialogues between herself and various kitchen implements. Glinty pearls around her neck that she never takes off. Lips shiny but colorless because lipstick is for whores, Bunny, I have heard her say and I really couldn’t tell if she was joking or dead serious. Tonight, she wears a dress of cerulean blue patterned with sinuous white clouds and one of her many matchy cardigans. She looks so much like a cupcake that when I first met her at orientation, I had a very real desire to eat her.
Not the forest green and electric blue horrors in the supermarket, but the pastel kind that is used at weddings or tasteful Easter gatherings. Pretty in a way that reminds you of frosting flourishes.
I am staring into the eyes of the one I call Cupcake.
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