because orchids never seemed to die...
they continued to bloom and 're bloom' in perpetuity...
not like people...
people just died...
they just upped and died...
and what, after all, had she been left with...
when all this 'abandonment' was said and done?
a big, fat platter of nuthin'...
That's what was left for her...
(Good for the waistline, to be sure!)
but BAD for the heart...
How would she make her way
through the tangled webs of 'capitulation' and rhetoric ?
HOW ?
and so....
she brought an orchid...
for the hostess Du jour would be able to cling to its steadfast ness....
to its 'loyalty' even....
"Enough with being left out in the cold", she thought,
as she ascended the steps of the hostess's brownstone....
Inside it would be warm and 'golden' and safe...
and it would smell of pumpkin muffins
and the fragrance of lightly 'dripped' Channel ...
mmm......she so loved NOVEMBER....
