No, not Greenwich Village. Just some mountain place around here. Carla and Annie are discussing their problems. Me? The spectator, the occasional sympathetic nod. Sitting on a wooden balcony, trying to catch some of the last spring evening sun.

Carla: He said he wanted to be here on Sunday. Now it's Tuesday. He can never estimate correctly how long the work is gonna take him.
Annie: Er, well, I can't imagine what it's like. Pete is at least reliable, most of the time, but he's gone so often. But if I were your age, I wouldn't want to wait. I'd wait and wait, and before you know it, I'd be over thirty and still be waiting.

(Thanks from the spectator. I'm over thirty. But I guess I don't count since I'm only listening and since I'm not waiting. I'm just thirty, that's it.)

Carla: Seriously, I've begun to wonder that it wouldn't be surprising if I met someone and started to fancy him.
Annie: Hmm, yeah.

I'm glad not to have a guy at that very moment. No guy means no such trouble. Although I do think that ... is different. But that probably only shows the power of wishful thinking and of the early stages of infatuation.

Carla: It used to be okay. I didn't mind being on my own so often. But now I do mind. It has changed. He has basically made up his mind - "I'm going to work up there. My decision." - and tells me I can make up mine. But that doesn't leave any room for the us. There are no shared decisions about our future.
Annie: No,there aren't
Carla: Now, really, I wouldn't be surprised if I met someone and started to like him.
Annie:Hmm.

Which leaves me wondering: Has she already got someone on her mind? I mean, her stressing it twice, doesn't that sound like an excuse beforehand? Like laying the path for what is to come? But has actually started to arrive already?

Will I see ... in two weeks' time? I'm sorry, that's the main thing on my mind right now.