The Smiles - Les Sourires

"Oh hello again, it is so delightful to see you! Tell me how did that interview turn out?  Was the day long for you? The anticipation strong or did it settle you firmly in how you needed to impress?"  Her eyes crinkle slightly, her cheeks rise with the slight lift to the corners of her mouth, her teeth gleam and shine whitely as her lips part in red surround.  She leans her head slightly on her long neck signaling her interest.  "Yes, yes I do know what you mean; at times the process is so wearing on your strength and leads only to yet another step on your climb of that ladder to success."  Her lips now pout slightly and her ocular muscles tighten with her brow brought down in concentration, head straight and eyes focused on the correspondent party's face in situ; this is what her face and body were made for.  Une danse sans enchevêtrement is a necessity for entertainment and affirmations of friendship and the establishment of loyalties; trust.  When she retires this night, as in so many other evenings, whether from a brief social party such as this, or an evening in company at the opera or ballet, or a Salon, her cheeks will ache and she will place warm cloths upon them to relax and sooth the muscles she has learned to control so well.

"Hello my old friend how is your family? Is your health remaining strong? Did that contract you had longed for come to fruition? Oh! I'm sorry; I know you had thought it so significant to your goals." Her hands float low beside her is a slight gesture of shared sorrow; her head tilts to the right to echo this companion's conundrum. "Your son though, how is he?" and a smile and shift of forehead muscles almost imperceptible signals her desire for another happy ending.  The mouth she has does not widen or expose her cared for teeth, just a slight signal of anticipated pleasure at what will comfort this participant's other disappointments. "Oh that is so exciting; I am sure his performance will be beautiful and the reviews full of admiring praise." The smile widens and she feels the movement in the slightly tightening cheek and jaw muscles. "The 25th of September? I believe I have that evening clear but let me check and write you a note tomorrow afternoon."  Her mind is clear and complete, a desktop accessory based upon meat and fat and chemical signals; that day is entirely clear at this time and she adds a task to her list of things that must be done.  Her shoulders relax and she shifts and moves to greet another in the small group of acquaintances, not friends, as her internal life and secrets are not shared here with these members of a desired class of contacts.  

Her gaze moves over the shoulder of the pair of mated husbands with wives between her approach and the entry to this subtly decorated setting.  "Hello Marc, Roselle how are you two doing? Can refreshment be retrieved for you? There is a lovely Sauvignon Blanc tonight."  Her smile of greeting is full and happy.  This is the expression that costs the most; the concealment of what is within, remembering, assessing, and evaluating, conflict so directly with what must be communicated in the name of civility and acceptability.  "Yes the visit to your home was so pleasant; the setting was perfect and the pianist a great entertainment." Within her calculating mind the memory of the hands of the husband groping her ass and tits and the heated brandy of his breath struggle to be kept restrained and safely hidden in her list of later demands.

She gazes quickly at the entryway to this subtle comfort colored room; the one she might call friend, who she has shared both bed and life story with willingly, the one she has placed trust in, has failed to arrive.  Her face shifts slightly and the current wife of an acquaintance tilts head and this woman's Botoxed frozen face holds firm as her eyes show sharpened knives and her voice too loudly inquires about any problems that need addressing at this moment. "No, no, all is well my dear.  I was simply wondering about the wine and whether there would be sufficient for the evening."  Her mind shifts back to the at hand immediacies; and her face relaxes pleasantly.  She turns and drifts away to greet and console and enliven another of her many acquaintances.

© Amanda 2012
8/28/2012









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