July 25, 2014 |
And now for another instalment of Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman, in which Quinn once again realises she cannot rely on Sully. That there is only one man on whom she can depend: Ralph Lauren. It had been another long day of medicine making for Quinn in the frontier town of Colorado Springs. Tonight was the sheriff’s annual ball and the town was bustling with excitement. Especially Quinn. Things had been hard with Sully recently. They had lost their special bond and were unable to communicate via daisy like they used to, but ever since the news of the ball, things had been better. Sully had promised to go with her, just the two of them: an evening without the children for the first time in over a year. He had told her that he would arrange everything; all she had to do was worry about what to wear. She had wanted to believe in Sully again and suppressed the feeling that his promises were empty. She even took a trip up to New York, leaving Dr Cook to birth his own calf, to select a dress made by her dear friend Ralph. She loved visiting Ralph. He never let his daisy go unanswered. And it was nice to get away to the big city. To remember what her life had been like before Colorado Springs. She missed that life. She missed champagne. There had been rumours of a crate of it being imported especially for the ball and figured that, since she had saved the sheriff’s prized pig, there was at least one bottle with her name on it and she planned to share it with Sully on the veranda at midnight. The only problem was Sully. She had returned home from inoculating the town chickens and he was once again nowhere to be found. She called him on the daisy – no answer. She fed the children and got ready. She went to her room and pulled her dress from the navy garment bag embossed with gold lettering that spelled Ralph Lauren. It was a beautiful mink-coloured slip, made of the finest silk and cut on the bias. It was from the pre-fall collection and it was as though it had been created with her in mind. She curled her hair and piled it delicately on top of her had, as Ralph had advised (to better show off her collarbone and the delicate straps of the dress), and waited. And waited. The horse to take them to the ball came and went. Night fell. She put the children to bed, but she still had hope. Cinderella had made it to the ball and so would she. She was dressed in Ralph Lauren, dammit, but where was Sully?
by Natalie Dembinska
