Because of this, I was not shy about appearing with Theodore in public. He was, after all, now on staff at the paper, a campaign advisor, and a legitimate part of my inner circle. One day he took me rowing in Central Park, and the next we found ourselves on the beach at Coney Island.
“It was very thoughtful of you to bring me here today,” I said, running my fingers through the sand as the waves crashed against the shore. “Can you believe I’ve only seen the sea once since we moved to New York? When we first came here, we took Byron and Zula to see it, but James is not fond of the ocean. I, on the other hand, find its majesty inspiring.”
“It seemed a suitable place to take a woman of means who enjoys watching others,” Theodore said distractedly as he unpacked the wicker hamper containing o
