“In April of 1953, my dear. At the groundbreaking of the Center’s new office.”
“Our Jules has the most extraordinary memory.”
“She’s given to exaggeration sometimes, Monsieur Cassel.”
“Not all the time, Jules. Anyway, Monsieur Cassel, we chose ‘Angels’ because it’s, well, angelic.”
“See how she exaggerates? An angel doesn’t look like a battered old man.” He turned to her, momentarily closing Stanislas out. “My dear, I wish you’d reconsider and go lightly over that collaboration business in your remarks.”
Anna clutched her napkin, while she stared ahead with cold fixity.
“After all,” he continued in a whisper, “this is an evening to rejoice. Annie, think of it, the Center, from nothing to what we are today. Let’s not rehash ugly times like that. We should—”
“You don’t quit, do you?”
