Who: Clara and Daryl What:Stalky worship Furniture buying Where: Daryl's apartment When: The afternoon of this post Warnings: Stalky Toaster antics?
Clara needed furniture, sure, but she wouldn't have been so quick to buy things without thinking it through if they hadn't belonged to Daryl Hockney. It wasn't that she was obsessed or anything like that, but she'd read a whole lot about the woman while in the hospital. She'd read all the gossip papers, too, because she liked a good tale as much as the next gal. Daryl's intelligence, combined with her steamy romance with Adam Morgenstern was like a real-life romance novel, and Clara liked those just fine.
And she did need furniture.
She'd dressed real smart, in a white linen dress to her toes with a brown apron dress over it (brown being a real serious color for academics), and she'd done up her mess of curls (something she normally didn't bother with), and she'd slipped on her most sensible boots. The ride from Aubade to Bathos involved her asking the cab driver a thousand questions about himself, and she was sure he couldn't wait to see the back end of her. Still, she tipped him generously, and she straightened her shoulders and tried not to run the whole darn way to Daryl's apartment.