Andy

Hey, they just grew up a bit ... But it's almost just a bust. "Andy pretended to be embarrassed by our conversation as he threw the canvas bag. roughly oversized into the trunk of a car. A few seconds later, after a warm welcome from Webb, we left the airport and ran along the highway. Margot and I sat in the back seat, all of us drunk talking about the baby and the baby room was built up behind the house. "They built your house as slow as that water," Margot said. . "I told them it would be better for them to finish before the baby was born." "There's no way to finish that, darling. How come it's done with the kind of coffee break hourly like them, "Webb said, caressing his square jaw. I noticed he also wore a brown sweater, and I wondered if Webb and Margot were wearing the same clothes. That's what the couple always do, the most typical example is their pair of orange driving gloves. Webb looked over his shoulders before switching lanes to cross a slow-moving Volkswagen and said, "Did Margot tell you about the leather floors in our basement?" "No," I say. Look at Margot and wonder how she can ignore that detail in our daily conversation. She nods her head toward Webb as if to say, "His idea, "But I'm sure she is proud of her husband's aesthetics." The leather floor? "Andy whistled. "Ai rub rub." "Yes. The slow contractor is doing it, "Webb said. "Wait until you can try it out." "They will not get scratched?" I ask, realizing I often say things that are too real, even boring to Webb. "There's a thin layer of scratch-resistant accessories that," Webb said. "Moreover, most people just barefoot on it," Margot explained. "We saw that floor in a Big Sur spa and could not resist it ... That's where I practiced yoga and meditation. "Of course, I thought affectionately, but asked," Are you practicing yoga? "Margot had never been into sports. While on a stroll in New York City, she was actually a magazine clerk who sat on the study bench. "Since having a baby," she said, rubbing her hands on her still small stomach. "I try to be more focused ..." I nodded, thinking that the change seemed to have taken place before the baby had appeared, from the time she left New York. It is not surprising - even leaving the city during the weekend has brought me down. And although Atlanta is a big city by any standards, it has a sense of openness, relaxation, freshness and distinctiveness compared to New York. Even the mall that we pass by now looks just like the size of the Fisher Price children's playground, once we get used to the skyscrapers in New York. Later, We arrived in the center of Buckhead, a busy area of ​​North Atlanta where Andy and Margot grew up. The first time I heard the name Buckhead (we heard from the name of a long bar that hangs a huge head), I was reminded of the fancy image, the countryside, but actually the region This has the same features as a world wonder. The shopping mall consists of two high-end stores where Margot regularly buys Gucci and Jimmy Choo items, along with luxury hotels, high-rise buildings, art galleries, clubs. nightclubs and even five-star restaurants, hence the names of Silk Stocking and Beverly Hills in the South. But the real essence of Buckhead is in the residential areas. live along the curves, shade trees, dots by gorgeous Georgian mansions and neo-classical houses like the one Andy and Margot had grown up with. Other works, like the Webb's and Margot's brick-and-mortar brick houses, are a bit more humble, but still very seductive. When we ran on gravel cars with white camellias Around me, I felt so desperate to say goodbye or obsessive - words that were not in my vocabulary. Webb opened the door for me, I thanked him and declared that I was very willing. for a cup of sweet tea. Sweet iced tea is one of my favorite things in the South, used with homemade biscuits and oatmeal. Andy and I really do not understand why this luscious beverage, found in every family, restaurant, including most fast-food chains in the South, does not enter the market in the North. , Mason-Dixon boundary. (2) Margot laughs. "Oh, you're lucky," she said. Not surprisingly, Margot is preparing not just for tea because she is an extremely hospitable host, just like her mother. Indeed, we will enjoy what is still called the liberality of lifeSouth. According to Margot, the style of their home is "interfering with the school of Deco Twist." I'm not sure exactly what it means but I do love the not-so-obvious beauty of this house. The open floor plan, kitchen and living room interconnect, inside a row of seating areas. The main color of Margot's house is chocolate brown and light blue, soft silk covers the window frames, and creates a pleasant feeling. Of course, Webb let Margot decide on the decor of the house because it was clearly not what one would expect of a big sports agent. At this point, Webb's now-worn, flagged, and autographed sweaters hang around Manhattan's bachelor's apartment, now moved to the darkened basement and dark wooded working room. Andy points to the ice cream couch in the living room decorated with pillows and pillows hugging carefully. "Is this new chair?" Margot nodded. "Oh yes. Is not it great? "" Great, "Andy made his face clear, and I knew there was a joke coming. "It would be great when your spaghetti was dumped on it." "Or her spaghetti," Margot said as she led us to the kitchen where she prepared a lot of fruit salad, pies and cakes. clip. "I hope everyone is hungry." "Hungry to death," Andy said.Margot suggested we eat right now because in the afternoon we would have an early dinner in Bacchanalia, a favorite restaurant. The Graham family in this city. "Parents will also come to eat with us. I promised that we would not have the exclusive right to keep the two of you here in our house. "" Yeah. Andy and I were wondering about that. Did you think anything when we were with you and your husband? "I asked." I understand, "Margot said, sprinkle the raspberry jam on her sandwich. "But my mother reminded me, clearly, that she hoped her son would still sleep under her roof when she returned to Atlanta to rest." Margot finished her parody of Charleston's royal tone. Andy rolled his eyes, and I smiled, feeling satisfied that although he was filial, he did not appear to be the only son who hid his mother's skirt. I'm not sure I can endure that habit. Recently I went to a wedding, when the groom broke up after the reception, the mother sobbed sobbing, "Mom does not want to lose children!". The whole scene was so ridiculous. Margot's point in this is that when a woman has only sons without daughters, things like that are more likely to happen. Maybe because the mother does not want to share any of her son's concerns with another woman, maybe because it's just like the proverb, "A son is a son until he takes she may be right at this point because although Stella loves her son, she still spends most of her time and energy on her daughter. When she looks at Margot walk back and forth in the kitchen. I asked if I could help. She shook her head and poured tea from a large jar into three ice cube pans and poured Perrier mineral water for her. Then she told us to sit down, urging Webb to read some of the prayers quickly, a cultural practice rather than a belief, because they both ignored it and went to church during their stay. New York. When Webb finished the short, solemn prayer, Margot smiled, "Enjoy!" I briefly felt that there was less common between us than before. thick. But in just a few seconds, that feeling passed, Margot and I reverted from topic to topic, discussing, analyzing everything and everyone, things that almost anyone, including Both Webb and

Andy, are considered silly. More than any other cause, that's why Margot and I have become so close friends - why are we so stuck together from the start despite a lot of difference? So we really did not let the husbands get in the way, the two chit chatting about New York and Atlanta enthusiastically, just as passionate as each other. . We talk about single people in New York who are still wasting every single night wondering why they do not meet the good man, then the women of Margot's neighbors, In the home they can play tennis, go shopping and go out for lunch every day. "How do you want to make people?" I asked. "If you have to choose." "Well," Margot said. "Not sure yet. Both extremes are sad. "" Do you ever miss work? "I hesitated. Although I never imagined I would quit my job but I was not going to be a mother. That could change it all. Margot shook his head. "I really think I will miss ... but I'm really busy." "Busy playing tennis?" Andy mimed. Margot pouted. "Occasionally," she nodded