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They ordered club sandwiches, then he leaned across the table. “Tell me about yourself, Je
She tried not to laugh. “Did you ever take the Dale Carnegie course?”
“No, I didn’t. Why?”
“That’s the kind of question they teach you to ask on a first meeting. Be interested in the other fellow. I want to know about you.”
“But it happens that I do want to know about you.”
The drinks came and they sipped as she told him: “I am the head of what the modern world calls ‘the single parent family.’ I have two little girls. Beth is three and Tina just turned two. We live in an apartment in a brownstone on East Thirty-seventh Street. A grand piano, if I had one, would just about take up the whole place. I’ve worked for Mr. Hartley for four years.”
“How could you work for him four years with such young children?”
“I took a couple of weeks off when they were born.”
“Why was it necessary to go bck to work so quickly?”
Je
“Nana?”
“My grandmother. She raised me since I was a year old. Anyhow Nana was right. Kev’s a nice enough guy but he’s a-lightweight. Two children in two years of marriage wasn’t on his schedule. Right after Tina was born he moved out. We’re divorced now.”
“Does he support the children?”
“The average income for an actor is three thousand dollars a year. Actually Kev is quite good and with a break or two might make it. But at the moment the answer to the question is no.”
“Surely you haven’t had those children in a day-care center from the time they were born?”
Je
She felt his hand close over hers. “Je
She managed a smile. “My turn. Do tell me all about you.”
She nibbled on the sandwich while he talked. “You probably read the bio on the brochure-I’m an only child. My mother died in an accident on the farm when I was ten… on my tenth birthday to be exact. My father died two years ago. The farm manager really runs the place. I spend most of my time in my studio.”
“It would be a waste if you didn’t,” Je
Erich twirled the wine in his glass, hesitated, then shrugged. “I could give the usual answer, that I painted strictly as an avocation, but it wouldn’t be the whole truth. My mother was an artist. I’m afraid she wasn’t very good but her father was reasonably well known. His name was Everett Bonardi.”
“Of course I know of him,” Je
“If my work is good, it will speak for itself. I hope I’ve inherited something of his talent. Mother simply sketched and enjoyed doing it, but my father was terribly jealous of her art. I suppose he’d felt like a bull in a china shop when he met her family in San Francisco. I gather they treated him like a Midwest hunky with hayseed in his shoes. He reciprocated by telling mother to use her skill to do useful things like making quilts. Even so he idolized her. But I always knew he would have hated to find me ‘wasting my time painting,’ so I kept it from him.”
The noonday sun had broken through the overcast sky and a few stray beams, colored by the stained-glass window, danced on their table. Je
Erich was studying her. “Je
“I’m fine,” Je
Erich’s smile vanished. “You have plans for tonight?”
“Big ones. If I’m late picking up the girls at Mrs. Curtis’ Progressive Day Care Center, I’m in trouble.”
Je
Erich laughed. “I understan. Now tell me about your girls.”
“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “Obviously they’re brilliant and beautiful and lovable and…”
“And walked at six months and talked at nine months. You sound like my mother. People tell me that’s the way she used to talk about me.”
Je
He laughed. “And I’m sure it wasn’t. Je
Over coffee they talked. She about city life: “There isn’t a building in Manhattan I don’t love.” He, drily, “I can’t imagine that. But then you’ve never really experienced the other way of life.” They talked about her marriage. “How did you feel when it was over?”
“Surprisingly, only the same degree of regret that I imagine I’d have for the typical first love. The difference is I have my children. For that I’ll always be grateful to Kev.”
When they got back to the gallery, Mr. Hartley was waiting. Nervously Je
The red points receded. Thinking of the thick sandwich Erich had consumed, Je
Erich quirked one eyebrow and as he passed her he murmured, “Thanks a lot.”
Afterward she regretted her impulsive teasing. She hardly knew the man. Then why this sense of rapport? He was so sympathetic and yet gave an impression of latent strength. Well, if you’re used to money all your life and have good looks and talent thrown in, why wouldn’t you feel secure?
The gallery was busy all afternoon. Je
Mr. Hartley got back just as the gallery was closed to the public. He told Je
By five o’clock the reception was in full swing. Efficiently Je