31 Slices of Jo/Blair Life (5)
Fandom: Facts of Life
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Another slice for P & P's FOL Month. I also couldn't resist adding an illustration at the end because I loved this episode so much; hope it's not against the rules.
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She knows he’s dead. She knew it even as she nodded and smiled at the man trapped in the elevator with her, agreeing that one day the brother he had not seen for forty years might indeed walk through the door.
June 18, 1944. I’ve heard Blair repeat the date so often that I have it memorized. Carl Watowski died June 18, 1944, in a concentration camp in Poland.
His older brother Sam is an usher at the old RKO Keith Theater. Before that, he ran the elevator at The Palace Hotel. He chose both places in the hope that his brother’s interest in architecture would draw him there.
I’m supposed to meet her at six. She has spent the day interviewing men who answered her ad in the Post informing Mr. Carl Watowski of a possible inheritance. I offered to stay, but she declined. I hope she doesn’t think I would make fun of her for this. I wouldn’t, although I might tell her to let it go.
I watch her smile politely at some guy who is obviously too young. She’s beautiful.
She doesn’t say anything when I sit beside her, which is okay. As I lean over to ask about dinner, she suddenly rises, staring at a man who has just walked in. "Carl Watowski?" she asks.
"It’s Waters now," he replies.
She digs her fingers into my shoulder. "You look exactly like your brother."
Later that night, as she cries into my neck, I love her.
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Another slice for P & P's FOL Month. I also couldn't resist adding an illustration at the end because I loved this episode so much; hope it's not against the rules.
* * *
She knows he’s dead. She knew it even as she nodded and smiled at the man trapped in the elevator with her, agreeing that one day the brother he had not seen for forty years might indeed walk through the door.
June 18, 1944. I’ve heard Blair repeat the date so often that I have it memorized. Carl Watowski died June 18, 1944, in a concentration camp in Poland.
His older brother Sam is an usher at the old RKO Keith Theater. Before that, he ran the elevator at The Palace Hotel. He chose both places in the hope that his brother’s interest in architecture would draw him there.
I’m supposed to meet her at six. She has spent the day interviewing men who answered her ad in the Post informing Mr. Carl Watowski of a possible inheritance. I offered to stay, but she declined. I hope she doesn’t think I would make fun of her for this. I wouldn’t, although I might tell her to let it go.
I watch her smile politely at some guy who is obviously too young. She’s beautiful.
She doesn’t say anything when I sit beside her, which is okay. As I lean over to ask about dinner, she suddenly rises, staring at a man who has just walked in. "Carl Watowski?" she asks.
"It’s Waters now," he replies.
She digs her fingers into my shoulder. "You look exactly like your brother."
Later that night, as she cries into my neck, I love her.