A Woman in Search Of...

“Definitely, don’t worry. Listen, why don’t we get out of here and do something fun?”

Wendy sat up and her anger lessened. “Okay, I guess I can’t do anything more right now.” “There’s a place in Hollywood called Chip’s Jazz Club. I’ve been wanting to try it. Does that interest you?”

Wendy stood next to him as he rose. “Yeah, jazz is groovy. Thanks again for being here for me.”

“Of course. This is difficult and I feel your anger. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m so lucky to have you,” she squeezed his arm and stood on her toes to give him a kiss.

He stroked her hair. “And I’m lucky to have you too.”

Forty minutes later they arrived at Chip’s and were seated a short time later. Chip’s was a popular restaurant and entertainment spot. The duet, singing at one end of the room, was a man and a woman. Their music was light jazz. The waiters and waitresses were in constant motion as they tried to serve and take orders as quickly as possible. The audience consisted of mixed ages, and all seemed in high spirits as they swayed to the beat of the song.

Behind the duet stood a grey concrete wall. Water cascaded down it into a trough and went back to the top. Wendy’s eyes were riveted on the movement. The clapping of the audience, as the duo sang, brought her back to the here and now and the beat generated a thrilling sensation of liberation.

Wendy and Elliott sipped their drinks.

“What do you think of this place?” Elliott asked over the cacophony around him.

“I think it’s outta sight. It’s so different from other places we’ve been. I thought it might be sedate, but people seem thrilled to be part of this. Good choice.”

Along with the music the surroundings proved inviting. The large room had a dance floor next to the entertainers. There seemed to be a lot of regular attendees, as she watched several people mingle, moving around to visit other tables. Smiles were everywhere. Wendy’s anger vanished.

They enjoyed all the music and the high spirits for two hours, but finally headed to Wendy’s.

They relaxed on the sofa where they reviewed the night with anticipation of returning.

“How ‘bout we get comfortable?” Wendy asked.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

On the bed they were cocooned together, and Wendy’s heart raced. His gentle touches stirred her on. Their lovemaking was intense. Wendy needed the evening…a sterling distraction from her agonizing day.

Elliott stayed the night. He showered in the morning with Wendy.

They stood in the bedroom as they dressed.

“Your bellbottoms and psychedelic blue and red shirt look very sixties. I like them.”

“I found them in a used clothing store, lots of clothes from the sixties. Those were days of wild happenings. Remember how the 1969 Woodstock Music Festival woke people up to the importance of peace, love and the ideals of kindness. Thank goodness it’s still happening today.”

“Those sure were wild times, and you’re right, they certainly opened peoples’ eyes,” Elliot added.

“I think it’s when our generation realized the importance of caring for others, a subject not much discussed in the open until the 60’s”.

“Exactly.”

Wendy loved these shared values. They finished dressing and Elliott left.