The Slipper, page 53
“I feel the same way about reporting for work.”
“So there you are,” Nora said.
They drank their wine and nibbled on caviar, and then the waiter brought their Royal squab. He refilled their wineglasses. Nora gave him a winning smile. The leaves of the pepper trees rustled faintly in the breeze, casting more dancing patterns of sunlight and shadow, and all around them was the low hum of cultivated voices and the tinkle of ice cubes.
“I read about Lolly Dougherty’s death,” Nora remarked. “I imagine Blake was pretty torn up about it.”
“He was,” Carol said.
“You’ve seen him?”
“Night before last. We discussed a film project he wants me to do this fall. He’d sent me the script some time ago—it’s wonderful. Remember Dennie Lane. I’m definitely going to do it.”
“Blake Dougherty is a very handsome man.”
“He is indeed.”
“I imagine he could use a lot of comforting just now.”
“Eat your squab, Nora.”
“Who knows what the future might bring? Maybe there’s someone out there for me, too.”
“Maybe there is.”
“It isn’t as though either of us is over the hill. I’m just twenty-five years old—barely out of the cradle—and there’s still plenty of time. Mr. Right could be just around the corner. Just think, Carol, we might both end up having it all.”
“It’s possible,” Carol agreed.
“In the meantime, I’m having the time of my life.”
“So am I.”
“Let’s drink to the future,” Nora said.
“Let’s.”
“And to Mr. Right—wherever he might be.”
“Why not?”
They exchanged a look. Both of them smiled.
“In fact, love, if you don’t think it’ll break you, you might just order another bottle.”
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