Towards the end of the banquet, the young man noted a slight change in energy around this magnificent woman. She was slowing down. She had sent her children off. They were out with their respective significant others. She looked a little sad. Must be the fact she was the only woman without a date for the evening.
As he drew up the courage to approach such esteemed power, he had to pause and steady himself. Something about his heart was just not right. His pulse had risen well above normal and his head was starting to pound, as if the oxygen in the room was eluding him. As he struggled to steady himself, he was enveloped in the softest hug, one only a mom can give… but the perfume was not of his mom.
She whispered words that transfixed his soul. She spoke softly but he heard her well through the loud music. He listened and moved with her tempo out into the reception hallway.
How did she know that his head was swimming in a fog of dizziness? Something about moms was just super powerful. They had that ability. You could never hide anything from a super mom.
A cold glass of water later, somehow manifested by the sheer power of this lady, his head settled and his heart slowed enough to better hear her words. The thumping in his ear would not leave until he had left the premises later that night.
A few things had caught his attention however. She had a way of moving that was just effortless. Many years later he would understand this feminine movement to be something very sensual and powerful that few ladies had. Her power suit was made of this very delicately soft expensive looking fabric. The details of the suit up close were very sophisticated. It was way more intricately detailed than most of the suits worn by women of the time.
She had on the best looking nylon of all the women there. Hers had a line up the back that perfectly and symmetrically rose from her foot to out of sight above her hemline. Her hair was curly and long. Her hands may have looked the part of one used to hard work but was softer than most cotton anything he knew at the time.
She never spoke with force, yet, men just could not counter argue her or outwit her. The looks from her eyes moved emotions in everyone. The eyes were the driving force of all appearance of control she had. No one dared challenge her eyes. He would later learn that the few men who dared challenge her eyes didn’t fair very well in the community after such a challenge.
Her purse matched her dress in texture, design, and color with gold accents that appeared to be very wealthy. Knowing a few of her children, the young man knew that she had modest means, but her stance suggested this was only the results of the loss of her husband. Why was he gone would not be made known for years to this young intrigued man.
Her heels had the fabulous mesmerizing click that was not known to this man prior to this day. Several people had remarked on how their hearts were moved with a note of happiness or joy whenever they heard the clicking of her heels that night. What made it far more intriguing to this young man, she had engaged in what he would later know as absentminded shoe play. The kind that keeps grown men riveted and lost in dreamland.
Shallows of the Deep 