Chapter Twenty-Four
Knowing that it was really over with Ben made it easier, in a way, to let go of the past. Now there was no wondering what he was doing or whether he would change his mind. No doubts about what she’d done wrong or what else she should have said. When the grounds opened back up to full capacity for the spring, she was sure of three things. She couldn’t go back to New York, she couldn’t be a real artist, and she couldn’t be with Ben.
She sent in her official withdrawal notice to Columbia, rescinding any hope that she would come back and finish her dissertation. She cashed the check from Geoffrey for her percentage of the paintings he’d sold and sent him what she hoped was an appropriate thank you card for his consideration and his dedication to her work. But she refused
