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Lauren Gisal Part 10
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Lauren Gisal
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Chapter 10
Monday 20th July
Lauren had been waiting about ten minutes for Nikki when the bus
appeared from around the corner just as her friend arrived. They
boarded it and secured their usual back seats checking the occupants
for any boys. Lauren needed to get the pattern for her bridesmaids
dress and Nikki wanted to come and help select it. The only place to
get the pattern was Interlaken, and so they settled back for the twenty
minute journey.
The bus took them along the banks of the lake Thuner See, the
brilliant blue water dotted with pleasure craft. The ferries that plied
up and down during the summer months jostled for position at the
small quays, anxious to collect passengers along their routes. The
houses either side of the road huddled together, their roofs
overhanging several meters in places. Gift shops displayed their usual
trinkets, cow bells, Toblerone, postcards and cuckoo clocks. The
advertising was unobtrusive, elegant to the point of being refined, and
the natural wood and stone of the area had been used thoughtfully in
the design of the properties. The streets were spotlessly clean; graffiti
had yet to invade the country. Many of the villages had working wells
as a center point, offering a natural place for meeting, discussion and
the general contemplation of life.
Lauren and Nikki chatted about the wedding and where they would
go for their honeymoon if they found someone to marry. Lauren
confided that she couldn't work out how people get boyfriends.
"I mean, how do you know when you going out with them rather than
just seeing them and being friends?"
"I guess you kiss a lot and that does it. It's more than just going to
the cinema or something" advised Nikki with authority.
Lauren looked at her, noting the wisdom of her advice. "What if
someone just asks you to go out with them, though?"
"Oh, I don't think that counts!"
"Are you my brother's girlfriend?"
"I don't know. I suppose I could be. But we don't keep planning
when we're going to see each other."
"I just don't get it. And I really don't see how you can ever be sure
enough about someone to want to marry them. That means that you
spend all your life with them!" said Lauren.
"Yeah, I know, it must be really difficult. I could never do that."
Lauren was deep in thought as they passed Spiez Castle, its majestic
square tower standing out proudly against the deep blue of the lake.
The girls left the station and made their way up the High Street
through the middle of the town. They found a haberdashers on the
corner of the first cross street, where the door rang a little bell as they
entered. Lauren thought she had been in here before but couldn't
remember why, although she knew where the patterns were kept, and
made her way over by the window in the far corner. After very
lengthy discussions, they selected one and paid the owner fifteen
francs before leaving. Walking west, they bought a couple of
magazines before entering a coffee house and sitting down. Nikki's
mother had given her some money to buy lunch and they indulged
themselves in milk shakes and pastries while reading the articles in
the magazines and generally over-staying their welcome as the
proprietor paced up and down, fingering the bill and shaking his head
as they talked and giggled at the articles.
As they left the coffee shop they parted, Nikki taking the return bus
while Lauren made her way to the north of town to get a bus to the
woman who was to make the dress, Kristal. She had already phoned
her to say that as she didn't know the times of the buses she could
only say that she would be there sometime in the afternoon. As she
walked, she heard music from what looked like a clothes shop across
the street. For Interlaken it was a large shop with a couple of steps up
from the pavement into the main door. Lauren crossed the road and
leaned on the black wrought-iron railings to look through the
window. It appeared that a fashion show was in progress, and she
could just see a makeshift catwalk and models showing off brightly
coloured clothes. Looking around, she saw an advertisement on the
window, announcing a free fashion show in aid of a local children's
charity.
Lauren entered the shop, and made her way to a space halfway along
the small catwalk which joined up to what look like the regular
changing rooms. She watched as children her own age skipped out of
the changing rooms in jeans and warm clothing in autumn colours.
The looked genuinely happy, probably she thought because they were
amateurs and doing it for charity. The music was upbeat and added to
the excitement. As she looked around, she noticed a boy on his own
on the opposite side of the catwalk, closer to the changing rooms,
also watching the parade. She was impressed. He looked about
Mike's age but that made him all the more interesting - she couldn't
imagine her brother being interested in such things. As he turned to
look at the far end of the catwalk his gaze passed over her and
returned in a perfect double-take.
Lauren looked down at her shoes as her heart beat wildly. After a
pause, her eyes followed the legs of one of the models from her shoes
up to her skirt. Glancing cautiously off to the right of the model, she
was relieved to see that his attention had returned to the show.
Relaxing, she looked around and found a spare program and noted
that there was the usual wedding dress at the climax and decided that
she would stay. Lauren felt very pleased with herself, even a little
grown up, and applauded in most of the right places. So involved
with the show was she that she didn't notice the boy again looking
directly at her, smiling, nodding as if to say that he thought it was a
great show. Lauren nervously smiled back and looked at her program,
glad to have the catwalk between her and the grinning boy. The
audience applauded as the models wearing the spring collection
appeared at the beginning of the catwalk but as she looked up she
was disappointed to discover that he had gone. She looked quickly
towards the door, but there was no sign of him.
"This is supposed to be the latest in children's clothes if you can
afford it!" said the young boy, standing next to her.
Her heart leapt as she glanced at his face and then back to her
program
"Oh, I, er I was just in here on my way to the bus stop" replied
Lauren, thinking that she didn't have to sound so apologetic, she
could watch if she wanted to.
"I should stay, they might give away free samples!" joked the boy.
"My name's Jim"
"Hi. Lauren." She paused, wondering what he wanted with her. As
they looked at the clothes, a very young boy tripped and fell, jumping
back up within seconds to the applause of the crowd. Both Lauren
and Jim clapped, exchanging smiles. Lauren's fear and trepidation
gave way to excitement as she relaxed in the knowledge that the boy
wasn't a mad axe man that her mother often warned her about.
"That's lovely. Look at that" shouted Lauren over the music as a girl
her own age walked in a carefree manner past her wearing a pale blue
summer dress. She was surprised that she was able to make
conversation with him as that had always been her greatest fear as
she imagined herself meeting boys in her daydreams.
"Can you spare a thousand francs?"
"You're joking. Nobody would pay that...would they?" she asked
with a look of astonishment.
"Sure.
And so when Lauren mentioned that she was interested in the
wedding dress and showed him the pattern the conversation (which
Lauren could remember nothing about when she told Nikki later)
turned to modeling and the skills required. Jim flatteringly said that he
thought that Lauren would do a better job than many of the models, a
comment she dismissed until he repeated it and confirmed he was
serious. Lauren watched the models and concluded that there was
much skill in professional modeling that she had seen on the TV but
not unexpectedly it was absent from there today. She warmed to Jim
and his easy manner, and after the final wedding dress she didn't
hesitate when he suggested going for a walk along the main street.
The crowds were thinning now as the shops began to close, their
shutters half way down to discourage further customers. As they
turned the corner by the river, the distinctive aroma of roasting coffee
filled the air, it's source easily identified from the smoke billowing
through an extractor fan twenty meters from them. Jim tugged her by
the hand, past the cafe window displaying pastries and bread, and
into the dimly lit shop as the bell tinkled above the door.
Lauren looked at him and noticed more than a superficial similarity to
her brother. Jim had dark curly hair, longer than her brothers and a
strong, dark face with brilliant white teeth in a firm jaw. He wore a
light leather jacket and dark green open-necked shirt with jeans. He
had an expensive but casual air about him and seemed at ease in
restaurants. It transpired that he too was on holiday from school, but
attended a boarding school in Grenoble. Lauren's nerves calmed as
she became more open and engaged further in conversation with him.
By the end of the coffee they were laughing and joking, and he teased
Lauren kindly about allsorts of things while at the same time paying
her compliments in an indirect manner.
He again brought up his thoughts that she should have been up on the
catwalk.
"Do you really think so? I don't know what to do" responded Lauren,
intrigued beyond measure.
"You're a natural, you're so calm" Jim said looking into her eyes.
"Well, I don't know."
"Why don't you visit my aunt? She's great with potential models.
She'll tell you if you've got it" he said casually.
Lauren wanted to know every detail about his aunt, and it turned out
that she was a friend of his family's rather than an real aunt, but they
treated her like one. She also had another lady assisting in the
business, and they worked from an old farmhouse outside Brienz, an
area she was not familiar with except as a final destination on one of
the bus routes. She was very busy but if she wanted, Jim would try
and get her an appointment. Lauren thought it might be fun, but was
sure her mother would kill her if she knew. Jim added that sometimes
she can get new models work doing catalogue photos. That did it for
Lauren, and giggling, she wrote her phone number on his hand,
asking him to call her when he heard from his aunt.
"Can I call you anyway? Perhaps we could go somewhere" he asked.
"Sure, that would be fun" said Lauren smiling back at him as she
blushed.
They left the cafe and briefly held hands in the street before going
their separate ways. Lauren was astounded. It had been so easy, and
her nervousness had disappeared quickly. Jim, she thought, that's a
nice name. She spent the whole of the journey trying to remember
what he looked like and was disappointed to discover that she
couldn't remember the colour of his eyes, or even very much of what
they talked about. All she really knew was that he had her number,
and she would die if he didn't call her again.
Lauren took the bus in her enhanced dream state to Kristal's house,
walking the last two hundred meters down the little lane to the last
house on the right. The tiny hamlet was deserted, the silence broken
only by the tuneless twittering of a lark high above her head. She
couldn't see the bird, even against the background of the rapidly
rising mountains that marked the end of the gardens for many of the
houses. A high-pitched squeak greeted her as she opened the iron
gate. She made her way slowly up the brick path, knocking on the
door as she inspected the formal flower bed around the front of the
house. Kristal opened the door and greeted her with more pleasure
than she had been expecting, even though she hadn't seen her for
almost a year. She hugged her on the doorstep before allowing her
into the lounge.
Lauren looked around and saw that most of the downstairs part of the
old house had been converted into her workshop since her last visit.
Kristal spread the pattern out on her cutting table and poured over it,
sighing and nodding occasionally as she took note of the shape and
features of the dress and bodice, glancing occasionally at Lauren as
she checked her shape with professional detachment. Kristal checked
the date of the wedding and her other commitments, nodding to
confirm that she would have enough time to do it. She held a tape-
measure up against Lauren's chest, noting down the numbers as she
moved to her waist and then her hips. She measured her breasts
again, pulling the tape tightly together to ensure that her
measurements were accurate.
"Want a coffee or something" asked Kristal.
"Something, but not coffee, I've had so much today" replied Lauren,
sitting down as Kristal motioned towards the sofa. She looked at the
large room, noting the pastel shades of pink and the darker reds that
gave the room a sense of style and purpose. It was clear that someone
had thought about the colour scheme carefully before starting and had
created a superb impression of opulence and space.
Kristal returned with some ice-cold lemonade and sat down with her,
placing her glass on the coffee table in front of them. Her long dark
hair swirled over the shoulders of her simple white blouse. As she sat
down, the long dark blue wrap-around dress fell open slightly to
reveal her thigh. The conversation continued with weddings and
marriages, and Kristal was keen to hear who was getting married.
"AnneMarie Grob, in our village" said Lauren.
"What? Does she have very long blonde hair, pretty face, medium
height?" asked Kristal quickly.
"Yes, that's her. Do you know her?"
"I used to, but haven't seen her for ages. I must give her a call and
congratulate her" said Kristal. Her smile faded from her face as she
looked down. "I must wash my hands, just a moment"
Lauren looked around for a new topic to discuss. "Does your
husband still work in advertising?" shouted Lauren at the kitchen.
Kristal returned. "He was a photographer, and we've been separated
for almost four months actually. Don't worry, I thought I'd told
everyone" said Kristal with a slightly embarrassed tone. She pulled
her skirt across her knees, covering her legs.
"I'm sorry, you were only married ..." stuttered Lauren, making it
worse.
"I know, less than a year. It was strange, when you're a little older I
tell you about it" said Kristal reassuring her.
"Oh dear, will you get back together again?" asked Lauren, not to be
put off that easily.
Kristal took a deep breath and launched into an edited version of why
they had separated. She had married after knowing him for only a few
months, during which time they had had a very passionate
relationship. Their work and her husband's sexual enthusiasm
(Lauren guessed that was what she meant by `drive') had made their
marriage more and more difficult. Lauren plucked up courage to ask a
really adult question.
"So he wanted to sleep with you all the time?" he asked, half
expecting to get her face slapped.
"No! Wait" smiled Kristal, warming visibly to Lauren. She walked
across the room and returned with an album of photos marked
`Wedding'.
"There, that's me on my wedding day, and there he is. I look quite
happy, yes? Now look!"
Lauren stared at the page. Kristal looked overweight and bored, far
worse than she did as Lauren looked at her to provide a comparison.
Kristal turned to her.
"The problem was that he couldn't satisfy me. Maybe some of it was
my fault for being so demanding, but the fun we had before we were
married soon disappeared. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to hear
about this, I'm a bad advert for marriage!" said Kristal, touching
Lauren's arm in reassurance.
"No, I think I understand. It's just that so many things are happening
at the moment to me that I think sometimes my head will explode."
confided Lauren.
"It's not easy, you take your time. I'll tell you more if you want when
you come back for the first fitting. Shall we say three days? That
should give me time to cut it out and tack together the important
panels." suggested Kristal.
"OK" said Lauren, making for the door, "See you then, same time"
she said, waving as she went down the steps into the road to catch the
bus back to Interlaken, and from there another to Andleburg.
An hour later, she climbed the hill to her house. A large blue car was
parked outside the neighbour's house, and Lauren was even more
intrigued as two ladies got out, both very well dressed, and went
round towards the back door. Lauren though that one was Chinese
and the other from somewhere else, maybe the middle east or Turkey.
She raised her eyebrows as she meditated, losing her train of thought
as her magic carpet imagination whisked her off on another fantasy
ride.
End of Chapter 10
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