Third in a series
Re: “The Day She Was Locked in”
After completing a private class with a bride-to-be, one of my art students, and her mother, they left and I found myself locked out of my office.
There still was time for prayers. No big deal, I thought.
I will call my husband, and he will come to rescue me. I called, hoping that this one time he would pick up the phone.
(Usually he does not like to answer the phones. But by insisting that he answer if he is nearby, he usually picks up.)
I called and called. I left messages. Still no answer.
I was not pressed for time. I waited patiently.
I cleaned the garden a little.
I watered the plants.
I laid down on the stairs and relaxed.
After so much intense teaching, it was nice to have the opportunity to rest.
I was admiring the sun and its slow movements.
A Los Angeles sky always is beautiful. The sun goes down tantalizingly slowly.
I was listening to the birds singing in the yard. Away in the distance, I was enjoying and looking forward to celebrating the approach of autumn.
I dialed home with still no answer.
I left more messages for my husband.
As I was watching the sky, I felt the hour growing late.
The sun was moving down faster, the colors in the sky were changing.
Orange was turning into purple. The blue was becoming darker.
Cooler temperatures were announcing the arrival of the weeklong Jewish holiday of Sukkot.
(To be continued)
Dr. Rosemary Hartounian Cohen, who lives in the Fairfax District, received her Ph.D in sociology from the Sorbonne in Paris. She lived in two other countries before moving, with her husband and four children, to Los Angeles in 1984. She has published five books in America. Since 1985, she has operated Atelier de Paris, an international art business, on Robertson Boulevard. Her email address is Rosemary@atelierdeparis.com.
