New Love

The Contessa says that she doesn't want to jinx anything, but that she thinks that she has has met the man she is going to marry. Ask, how does she know? Well, for one, at the end of the night, they didn't have sex even though she really wanted to, and--she cuts herself off--I shouldn't think she is a slut for saying something like that. Wouldn't even think of judging or criticizing and say so, sharply. (Instantly filled with regret at obvious lie.) The Contessa continues: And, She can Tell What I'm thinking (again, feel guilty--how does she know am fantasizing about dipping bacon sandwich into hot chocolate?) but I am wrong. Agree, that am very probably wrong, but what am I wrong about? Notice the contessa is flushed, with very straight back and clear eyes as though on drug, and looking a little bit like saint in Renaissance oil. This hightened state seems to have hindered hearing because she doesn't even turn around when the new man comes into office. New Man pauses at bulletin board. Try to signal that the New Man directly behind her but vision also seems to be affected, The Contessa explains, in slightly raised voice, When he gave her a kiss goodnight, she Felt something. The New Man clears his throat. The contessa blushes beet red and looks down at her desk. The Contessa says briskly, I mean I felt his wallet. The New Man, with uncharacteristic good grace scurries into his office without saying a word. The Contessa tucks her hair behind her ears, still blushing violently. Claims that she Doesn't Care what the New Man has heard. She is Happy. Ask her if this means that she is over Justin. Relies, Justin Who?