Recollections of Pat Moody
By Geoffery Baker
I don’t think I was ever introduced to Pat Moody, somehow introductions didn’t seem necessary to such a lived in face. The smoke from her cigarette bought on a coughing fit for me in Decors and any conversation with her was to be postponed until a later occasion. I noticed the expression on her face at my embarrassment and I couldn’t quite decide whether it was sympathy or horror.
I didn’t see her again until we met by chance at Mother Loftus Potteries Emporium when the chemistry between Pat and myself
Was established. Instinctively I warmed to her when her eyes twinkled and the repartee flowed. I was not unaccustomed to meeting interesting people in LP’s closet but this little lady has been a hidden jewel. I knew nothing about Pat except that her company was an attraction. I heard that she had been discharged from hospital and I visited her twice at her home, where we talked, or rather I did. With the utmost difficulty I exchanged minute tit bits of information about her life and of her friendship with Nicole.
Within no time she was gone as suddenly as she had arrived in my life. The loss I felt was proportionate to the joy she gave me.
I never really knew Pat in the way Deal did, but that is irrelevant.
The fact that I knew her at all embellished my existence.