Have you ever seen the film, Love in the Afternoon with Audrey Hepburn and Gary Cooper? It’s where I got my blog name from…Athingirl. It’s what Mr. Flannagan calls Ariane, who plays the cello, while Maurice Chevalier as her dad, often carries it for her.
This morning as I was heading home from my run, I see a young girl, 9 or 10, with her very dashing dad, dressed in a navy pinstriped suit, beside her, carrying a huge case on his back.
Imagine a giant guitar swaddled in black.
They join me at the corner, waiting for the light to change, so I ask if indeed he was carrying a cello.
Before he could answer, the young lady, in her perfectly pressed school uniform with matching diction says, “Yes, dad always carries my cello for me, since it’s much heavier than my books.”
I say, “What a nice dad you have,” who’s saying nothing, but now has little beads of perspiration appearing on his paternal brow.
Then she says, “Mom says, she hopes I find a husband as nice as dad.”
Dad finally smiles, as the light, finally changed.