Monday, September 28, 2009

Our First Breakfast with Joany

Breakfast is served at a long glass dining table that seats eight . Joany has just four rooms, and today only three are booked. We are the last to arrive and have to introduce ourselves to everyone. This is excruciating and our English reserve rebels at it. Finally having met all three people and immediately forgotten their names, we sit at the table.
On my left is Bradley, a single gentlemen in his thirties who lives in Boston and summers in Provincetown, which is the only clue that he may well be gay. He has that slightly strange aura about him that people who are destined to remain single for the rest of their lives project. It is a mixture of reserve and desperation. His name, his looks and his manner, make me think that the role of Brad in The Rocky Horror Show was written for him .
He is telling me that he spent the previous day at the Railway Museum. Unable to sustain a conversation about railways, I turn my attention to the couple across the table, Bob and Nancy. They have a bed and breakfast in Portland
Nancy is in the middle of telling Gordon that Bob has a fetish for women’s shoes. We are not sure if she is joking or not, but breakfast is beginning to get weird.
As if on cue, Joany makes an entrance. She is wearing a tight fitting Donna Karan black T shirt – the one with long sleeves and cut outs for the shoulders. It is a T shirt that I have seen on a lot of slim women with broad shoulders. This is the first time I have seen it on a large woman with no shoulders. I think it works better on the first group. It is worn over a pair of voluminous black pants with a white floral design on them The effect draws attention to the lower part of Joany’s body, which I have already mentioned is not her best feature.
Joany helps herself to breakfast and joins the table. She doesn’t eat a thing because she talks non stop. Occasionally her fork is filled with food and raised above her plate, but it never gets near her mouth.
Breakfast is good, but the company makes us run to our rooms.

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