Chapter Five
Summer Interlude
The summer that followed was the most wonderful of her life. She hadn’t known such joy since childhood, that time of life when everything is new and fresh and viewed through wondering eyes that have not yet acquired the dull, jaded look of maturity, and when simple things still have the power to enchant. Like the first time she saw fireworks on the Fourth of July, at summer camp when she was eight years old—watching the night sky explode with colors, it appeared absolutely magical, but seeing one again ten years later she couldn’t recapture the feeling. But now every day she spent with Roger was magical. It wasn’t just the s*x. He took her out to fine restaurants, to concerts, to plays, to the opera, to clubs and cabarets, things that her meager means had pr
