If you noticed my slightly-longer-than-usual absence, a recent business trip is to blame. However, during my trip I made an impromptu visit to Hollywood (my first time), and I have never had such prime seating for people-watching. Holy inspiration, Batman!
Anywhooo……here is a new story. This challenge might be easy for some of you to identify. Happy reading, and I’ll reveal the challenge at the end!
Drained of motivation after a rough night, Edith tried to smooth the flyaway hairs of her frizzy mane. The old Russian stylist who lived down the hall would tell Edith it was time for a new look. Though Edith never gave it serious thought, she always promised that nosy Elena she’d consider some highlights.
Even with an early start, Edith arrived late to brunch. Her mother, father, and sister were seated at a table against the wall and, as if they knew she had been up crying half the night, they had already ordered coffee for Edith. Her mother pulled out the empty chair so Edith could sit, and her big, baby-like eyes were so full of zeal that Edith dreaded delivering the news.
As Edith removed her coat, her sister said, “Well don’t take all day, Edith, give us the good news!”
Edith swallowed a hard lump of shame as she realized this wouldn’t be as easy as she had hoped. They stared at her together, their expectant expressions identical, and Edith’s confidence began to fall apart. She said, “We were wrong; right after I arrived, he broke up with me.”
None of them spoke, but they all began to stir their coffee as if extra creamer had magically materialized inside of their cups. Edith carried on and browsed the menu, hoping to ward off an awkward interrogation.
At last, her father set down his spoon and stared at Edith until she looked up and locked eyes with him. “I know you loved him,” he told his daughter, “but I don’t have to hide it any longer: I hated that man.”
Edith and her father were close, but they’d always kept the topic of love distant from their conversations. When the subject did sneak its way in during their discussions, they tossed them right back out.
“I was the first to say it wouldn’t last,” he continued.
Edith thought it best not to tell him that she had actually been the first to say it—after all, the end of her relationship wasn’t the worst thing her father was going to hear that morning.
Didja get it? Didja? If you didn’t (or if you did and you just want to confirm your awesomeness), the challenge was: Every sentence contains a pair of opposites. For example: rough/smooth, close/distant, best/worst. For some extra fun, read it again and see if you can pick out all the pairs. 😀