A few years ago I had multiple bottles of Lucien Lelong. This Balalaika was one of them. But I didn’t enjoy the perfume itself all that much and decided to sell it. I may still have one in storage in the basement.
The thing is, now I miss this bottle and box. And it isn’t the first time I’ve regretted selling a vintage perfume. It was just so unique.
…Today Lacey is sad and happy both. Because just like the lost Balalaika she’ll eventually lose a unique person.
This morning she woke up too early and couldn’t get back to sleep but found out that all four of the four male ghosts love her. A lot. Like Swedenborg and Peter Kreeft suggested…they’re all potentially perfect…they just have to be narrowed down to one ultimate one. And she can’t imagine, alive, how she would do that.
“By the way, they rated their love on a scale of one to ten. It was a purely factual conversation. Don’t get any ugly ideas.” says Harold.
“It’s supposed to be based on the superficial. As in, one is supposed to pick the one who you find most attractive, or etc.. And you can actually chose your spouse too if you want but it might take longer to perfect the union if they aren’t your soulmate.” says a ghost in what really does seem like Purgatory.
But that’s problematic. Because Lacey has never evaluated men that way.
And now…ironically…she’s with a handsome Rockefeller. Possibly for eternity if she’s actually allowed talk to ghosts.
“Why doesn’t anyone else find that hilarious?” asks Lacey.
Scott finds her question funny, at least.
“Funnier than what’s happened.” says Harold.
“You and I want what’s best for each other though. That’s the thing.” says Michael to Lacey.
“How can he really be that innocent and noble in his intentions?!” asks Lem.
“Because he’s part of the Standard Oil Church, Lem. We screen our clergy extremely well.”
“You’re all handsome and rare.” says Lacey.
“You’re right. We are.” says Louis.
“You should just choose the prettiest one, like I did.” says Scott.