“I don’t have your expertise in aesthetics, I just follow my instincts. But I think beauty has an ethical, personal quality to it.”
Eleanor considered John’s words. What would he think of her place, full of collector’s items and a toaster that didn’t work? Did his integrity fly in the face of her cultural sophistication? Or, was he just a bit dull? Still, something about John made her want to possess him, break him down, even if only for one night.
As they descended the main stairs to the front hall, Eleanor said, “This house seems to be very much you.”
“Thank you,” John said, wondering how she could know who he was. “Now, I apologize, but I’m afraid I have a commitment shortly.”
“Of course,” said Eleanor. She was a little surprised at being shooed, but here they were, back in the entr
