“Don't get too interested.” She frowned at him. “I'll just look over the files on this new case.” In fact, that was what he was afraid of, that there wasn't anything in it of any real substance. I'm not working tonight.” All he wanted to do was read the file Arthur Patterson had left him, and that couldn't take him more than an hour, possibly even less. He smiled at her, and touched her knee under the table. “Don't be late.” She frowned and wagged a graceful finger. I'll be at the stage door at eleven-ten.” And he knew she meant it. She was forty-one years old,Īnd she lived in a world of fantasy. The new Agatha Christie, The New York Times had hailed her, and Publishers Weekly agreed. She was one of the most successful mystery writers in the country. And she hadn't changed in the last five years. Eloise lived in a dark room, with a single light burning over her head, haunted by imaginary people. Besides, she was so much more alive than Eloise had been. He was not leading his life entirely around Sasha's dancing. “Can I pick you up?” His eyes rilled with hope, and he told himself that he was not repeating the same pattern. “We are rehearsing until eleven.” She still spoke English like someone who had learned it as a foreigner, and yet she had no clearly discernible accent. Sasha had nodded in answer to his question about rehearsal. In fact, he had been thinking about it a great deal lately. He and Eloise had been divorced for five years, and he was only now starting to think about getting remarried. And the only thing he regretted was that they had never had any children. He could play the stereo, sing when he liked, have friends over who made as much noise as they wanted. It was a relief, oddly enough, he discovered that it was less lonely being alone than being with her. She had been deep in a book, and there had been only the vaguest of answers as he said goodbye and closed the front door behind him. And he wasn't even sure how much she understood when he left her. They loved each other, but she loved her work more. Than what he needed for a happy marriage.
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