CHAPTER : 14It took her a full moment to make it appear divine, a much longer, much less adroit moment than Fish would have expected her to take, before she rose gracefully, her sandwich, glass of water and lime-green impediments all, the way women manage, in her hands.
“May I join you? I hate these places but I’m in a frantic hurry. Don’t get up, darling, it’s too close quarters to be polite.”
She slipped into the seat across from him.
“Why aren’t you at the Chalet? I’m sure Dodo expects you.”
He closed his magazine and smiled at her. “Why aren’t you?”
“I’ve got a touch of the sun. And it’s so crowded there on Saturday.” She took a bite of her sandwich. It was clear she still had not had time enough really to compose herself. “You’re going to the dance tonight, I suppose, aren’t you?
