you still want to be her friend if she got pregnant?” he asked.
Cynthia shifted position in the chair before she answered. “Yes, I would.”
“Then I’m sure she feels the same way about you.”
“I expect it will hurt Leigh a great deal if you cut her off,” Kathryn said
“There’s somebody else you need to see,” Ron said.
“Who?” Cynthia asked.
“Margaret. She’s helped take care of you from the day your mother and I brought you home from the hospital. She’s devastated you would run away from her.”
“This has nothing to do with her,” Cynthia said.
“She loves you. That means everything you do affects her. The same is true for Rose, Rosco and Gretta even though they’ve known you only half as long. If you don’t feel you can go see them, at least talk to them on the telephone.”
“I didn’t think they’d care.”
“Margaret cares a lot. She treated your mother like her own daughter.”
Ron didn’t know whether making Cynthia think about how her behavior had affected others was the best thing to do, but he did know it would stop her from thinking she was isolated and unloved. Maybe if she could believe other people loved her, she could believe he loved her, too.
“Gretta said Margaret’s been so upset she hasn’t been able to sleep,” Ron said.
Cynthia got up. “I’d better call her now. She feels sick when she can’t sleep.”
“That went better than I expected,” Kathryn said after Cynthia left the room.
“Margaret Norwood has been like a mother to her. Cynthia’s been so worried about me, the baby’s father and her friends, she’s forgotten the woman who’s taken care of her since she was born.”
“Talking to them and seeing Leigh will help pull her out of her isolation. I think you’ve done very well for one day.”
“We’ve done well. You’re still coaching me, remember?”
“You don’t need coaching.”
“That’s because you think I’m so hopeless I’m hardly worth the trouble.”
“No, I don’t.”
“It’s only fair that you give me a chance to change your mind. Have dinner with me.”
“Are you asking me for a date?”
“Didn’t it sound like that? I haven’t done it in a long time, but surely things haven’t changed that much.”
“I told you earlier I don’t go out with clients.”
“I’m not your client. Cynthia is.”
“You’re close enough.”
“Then you pick what we do. A movie, dinner, the museum. I’m flying back to Geneva late tonight.”
“I wondered how long it would be before you went back.”
“I’m coming back right after the meeting. I won’t be gone more than a day at a time until we get this thing sorted out.”
“You need to stop including me.”
“You’re my advisor. Forget the professionals,” he said when she started to protest. “I’m not going to sue you for practicing without a license. Just consider me a friend who needs your advice.”
“Do you?”
“Especially tonight. I haven’t dated a beautiful woman since my wife died.”
“You’ll have to ask someone else.”
“When you decide what you want to do, let me know when to pick you up. Now I’ve got to call Geneva and find out how the meeting went today.”
Then he was gone, leaving Kathryn’s sputtering protests hanging in the air.
Kathryn decided she needed a new backbone. The one she had obviously wasn’t doing the job. She was annoyed with herself for agreeing to go on this date. She had talked herself out of it at least twice before she picked up the phone to call him. She hadn’t realized what a terrible snob she was until tonight. She’d given Ron three choices for the evening. The Charlotte Opera’s production of Puccini’s Tosca, the Mint Museum’s exhibit of Tutankhamen, or the latest Harry Potter movie. Rather than accuse her of being exactly the kind of snob he’d suffered from growing up, he discussed her choices as if they were all of equal importance.
He said he’d always want to see Tosca, but after hearing the recording of Maria Callas in the role, he didn’t think he could stand to hear anyone who wasn’t absolutely world-class. He’d already seen the Tutankhamen exhibit, so if she didn’t mind, they’d catch an early showing of the movie, have a late dinner, and she could drop him off at the airport.
Snobbery had caused her to pit the movie against Tosca and King Tut. Honesty forced her to admit she’d enjoyed it. And being with Ron.
“I realized early that being a success in the business world and being accepted in the social one were two different things,” Ron was saying over dinner at one of his private clubs. “I signed up for every art and music class I could fit into my schedule. I even went to a couple of ballets.” He made a face. “I can’t say I enjoy men in pants so tight it makes me uncomfortable just to watch them, but I like opera. I don’t even care if the soprano is twice as big and three times as old as the heroine is supposed to be. I just get angry when they go for a high note and can’t reach it. You’d think they wouldn’t give the part to someone who can’t sing the notes.”
He’d gone from Harry Potter to sports—the University of North Carolina, her alma mater, had just won the national soccer title—to opera. They’d discussed city planning when he said he wished she could get the city fathers to establish more parks. He said people in the inner city needed places for picnics and family gatherings, not just soccer fields, bike trails and ponds for ducks and geese. He was also in favor of preserving more trees, establishing deeper green belts around lakes and rivers, and improving public transportation.
Two things they didn’t discuss were his job and hers.
“I can’t believe you studied all those things just so you could talk to rich people at parties.”
He laughed as if she’d made a joke. She didn’t know more than a dozen men who could talk about anything remotely cultural. Most didn’t consider it something a man needed to know. Like religion and table manners, culture was left to their wives.
“There’s a lot more to business than just knowing how to do your job. Besides, I found I liked learning about all those things. It rounded me off, gave me that finish only a certain kind of education and lifestyle can give you. And as I said, I like the Impressionists, opera and Greek myths. I also like horse racing, but I can’t afford that.”
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