He
took a moment to recognize Jacky when she arrived. She was wearing a
broad-brimmed straw hat that covered her face, a low-cut magenta summer
dress, and leather sandals.
"You look terrific," he said. She took off her hat. There were extra
swirls in her hair and a small diamond post in each ear. Lip gloss
accented the color of her dress--a pale but deep pink, fresh and
elegant, white but tinged with the sadness of departing light; there
were babies in it and the silver of moonlight on old barns. "Some
dress!" Her breasts moved toward him.
"Would you like something to drink?" Claudine's voice straightened him.
"Can you make a martini?" Jacky asked.
"I'll try." Claudine glanced at Oliver, amused.
"Dry, please. One olive." The door opened and George Goodbean entered.
He was thinking about something and didn't notice them until he was
passing their table.
"Holy Moly!" he said, looking at Jacky.
Oliver introduced them. "Holy Moly means he wants to paint you," he
said to Jacky.
"Really," George said. "Who wouldn't?" He threw his arms in the air.
Claudine dodged around him and set a martini in front of Jacky.
"Perhaps we can talk about it another time," she said, smiling.
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