“What would I know about it?” Helga fiddled with a cuff button.
“You are sailing to New York with your lover,” Harriet lay down on the bed and put her back against the bedhead, “we never know if the words we utter today will not echo throughout history.”
“I hardly think anything I say will have that effect,” she knelt on the bed.
“They have had an effect on me,” Harriet studied her, “and you have already affected Eva, why else would she ask to take your picture?”
“Perhaps she likes me?”
“Hmm,” Harriet fluffed out her hair, “and perhaps you have inspired her.”
“Me?” Helga lay down on the bed and stared up at the chandelier, “I left my husband for a woman, what is to admire? She told me she admired my courage.”
“She is not the only one who admires your courage,” Harriet stroked Helga’
