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talking about?"
"For my work, Drew. I told you I thought he was going to offer me a job
again, but it wasn't that at all."
"You don't need a job in any case. I told you how I feel about your
working with some grabby old fart."
"No, but-well, it doesn't matter now. He thinks I'm good. It was hard
for him to admit, but he really thinks I'm good. He's going to sponsor
a show."
"You mean one of those precious little gatherings where people wander
around staring at pictures and saying things lik. "What depth, what
vision'?"
She stiffened. Slowly, she rose to unwrap the tulips until her temper
cooled. He didn't mean to hurt her, she a.s.sured herself. "It's an
important step in my career. I've wanted this since I was a child. I'd
think you'd understand."
Behind her back he rolled his eyes. He supposed he'd have to pet and
soothe now. "Of course I do. Good for you, luy. When's the big day?"
"In September. He wants to give me plenty of time to get my best work
together."
"I hope you're going to include a few shots of me."
She made herself smile as she set the tulips in a slant of sunlight on
the table. "Of course. You're my favorite subject."
S HE WAs CERTAIN he wasn't trying to make things difficult, but Drew's
demands on her time made it next to impossible for Emma to get any work
done. It was time they took advantage of New York, he said, and
insisted on haunting the clubs. He needed a break, so they flew off for
a week in the Virgin Islands. It was natural for him to make friends
among the young and rich of New York. The apartment was almost never
empty now. If they weren't entertaining, there was a party somewhere
else. As one of the bright new couples, they were hounded by the
paparazzi. The opening of a new Broadway play, an evening at a new
night spot, a concert in Central Park. Everything they did was
recorded. Their names and faces adorned papers at every supermarket
checkout. They were on the cover of Rolling Stone, and People and
Newsweek Barbara Walters wanted an interview.
Each time she became frantic under the pressure, Emma reminded herself
this was precisely the kind of life she'd dreamed of while trapped in
Saint Catherine's. But the reajity of it was much more wearing, and
much more boring, than she would have believed.
Everyone said the first year of marriage was the hardest, she
continually reminded herself It took effort, it took patience. If
marriage, and life in general, was more difficult and less exciting than
she'd imagined, it only meant that she wasn't trying hard enough.
"Come on, luy, it's a party." Drew swung her around. Her mineral water
sloshed over her gla.s.s as he caught her close to dance. "Loosen up,
Emma."
"I'm tired, Drew."
"You're always tired."
His fingers dug into her back when she tried to draw away. She'd been
up three nights running working in her darkroom. Her showing was only
