“I love the Olympics,” she said, her enthusiasm showing on her beaming face. “I even cried when they played the national anthem for Bode Miller. When he finally won his gold medal.”
“Uh huh,” he said, turning the stocks page of the newspaper. “Is there any more coffee left?” It was the first time he’d spent the night. Up until now, he’d always left after they had sex.
She poured the remainder into his mug. “You’re not even listening to me,” she said.
“Yes, I was. The Olympics. I watch them too.” He smiled, patted her hand.
“You do?” She was pleasantly surprised. Her best friend, Trudy, was skeptical. Had told her, I don’t think you two have anything in common other than your profession.
He set the newspaper down. “Sure. I like the Olympics. I watched the hockey match-Canada and the U.S. It was wild.” He added milk and sugar to his coffee, took a big swig. “I like your coffee. Is it Alterra?”
“It’s Caribou. Obsidian. “ She got a sudden chill, pulled her robe tighter. “Did you see the Ice Dancing?”
“What’s that?” He bit into an everything bagel. Picked up the newspaper again.
She tried not to look at him while he chewed. “I think it’s called Ice Dancing? Not pairs, but another partner skating event? Anyhow, they had to choose a national dance from a country, like a folk dance. There was this crazy Russian team.”
“Crazy and Russian; isn’t that equivalent? ”
“Maybe. But this one Russian team, they wore these Aboriginal costumes.”
“I didn’t know there was such a thing.”
“My point exactly. They had body stockings, art painted on them, fake bushes and leaves appliquéd to the costumes, even her skates had leaves sticking out the tops.”
“Sounds ridiculous. Which is why I stick to hockey matches. You know what you’re going to get.”
“I wish I had. Their skating was a joke. I kept thinking about how these Olympics opened by honoring all of the indigenous Canadian tribes. Remember?”
His nose was buried in the paper again. “Huh?”
“We watched them together. Anyhow, these two goons stuck out their tongues, aped at one another and the audience the entire time. He dragged her around by her frizzy ponytail.”
He peered around his paper. “Sounds like pre-historic s and m.” He raised his eyebrows.
She laughed. “They even went so far as to mimic the hand over mouth gesture associated with American Indians.” She stood, picking up their coffee mugs, placing them in the sink. Pantomimed the gesture.
His mouth dropped open. “And they probably ended up in first place.”
“They were third after everyone skated. I thought they should have been disqualified.”
He smiled. “Maybe you ought to get another degree? Become a judge?”
“The next Judge Judy? Nah,” she said, “I’ll just stick to judging from my living room couch.”