THREE
Jo
I look at the clock in the corner of the room. 7 pm. Patience is not one of my virtues, which makes me walk up and down the apartment, waiting for Zach to arrive. No delays, he told me, as if I was not an extremely punctual person. Maybe he should have said that to himself, since punctuality, it seems, is not his virtue.
I stop in front of the mirror in the hallway. Despite my numerous questions about where we were going, all he told me was that I should dress appropriately for a New Year's Eve celebration. I pass my hand through the beautiful green silk dress that cost me a fortune, but that I bought it because it is the color of my eyes. It really looks great on me. And it still seems to have been made to be worn with the beautiful – and sky-high-sandal - that George gave me
