also knew Lois well enough to know that the Tom Sheehan discussion was far from over.
As they parted, Lois reminded Mia that they had the opening of the Hudson River School painters at the Metropolitan Museum on Wednesday night.
Tom shook Bob’s hand and kissed Lois’ cheek and they were off.
“How’d I do?” Tom smiled down at Mia as they walked downtown.
“Pretty good, I think. My mother wanted to know if I was seeing you when you were my prof. I told her you were the perfect gentleman,” she smiled at Tom, “which is mostly true, except for your slight lapse in judgment.”
“I’ll never live that down, will I?”
Mia shook her head. “So, were you serious about NYU?”
“Very. I’d love to teach screenwriting at their film school.” Slinging his arm over her shoulder and pulling her close as they walked, “You’re not going to get rid of me so easily, Jailbait, so Bob and Lois need to get used to me.”
Looking up at him, Mia couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
“What’re you thinking?” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“My boyfriend.”
Letting out a hearty laugh, Tom looked pleased. “You’ve got that right. So, where should we go, Girlfriend?”
“Well, since it’s my birthday weekend, I think it should be my choice.”
“Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”
“Let’s go back to the apartment and fuck like wild animals.”
Tom turned to an elderly man who was walking next to them on the sidewalk, “I have the best girlfriend in the whole world,” and with that, he grabbed Mia’s hand and started running toward the apartment on Sixteenth Street.
Tom’s soft kiss on her lips woke Mia in the early hours on Monday morning. The room was dark and outside the Trade Centers were still lit up against the pre-dawn sky.
“I have to leave for the airport, Jailbait.”
Mia just nodded. She knew if she spoke, her voice would crack.
“I had one of the best weekends of my life,” he brushed her hair from her face, “and I wish I wasn’t leaving you. I think this bi-coastal thing just became very hard.”
Mia took his hand from her hair and brought it to her lips. “Thank you for the best birthday ever. You are the best gift in the world.”
With those words, he took her face in his hands, his gaze serious and sincere, “I promise I will find a way back to you soon.”
“Good, because I miss you already.”
Tom Sheehan truly was an elixir.
Chapter Eighteen
Mia bounded up the stone steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Met was Mia’s “happy place” in New York City and she could not wait to get through the doors. Not only did it hold some of the world’s greatest antiquities and art, it also held a treasure trove of memories for Mia of many “Girls’ Day” outings with both her mother and grandmother.
Lois was waiting just inside the main entrance, impeccably dressed for the night’s exhibit opening in a sleeveless peach shift dress and oversized white framed sunglasses.
“Oh, you are totally channeling Jackie O. tonight.” Mia kissed her mother’s cheek.
Lois laughed, “Except she’s smarter than the rest of us. We’re in the city on a hot night in July, and she’s off in The Vineyard.”
The former First Lady’s apartment was located directly across the street from the north end of The Met at 1040 Fifth Avenue, and Mia thought that Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis was probably the only other person who found as much solace in the cavernous museum as she did. As with most New Yorkers who lived or spent time in the East 80’s, Jackie was a fixture. You saw her walking down the street, sashaying about in top salons, squeezing fruit at Gristede’s on Lexington Ave. and 89th St., or as Mia did, wandering The Met and enjoying its treasures.
Over the years, they’d developed a smile and nod relationship. Mia remembered the first time she saw Jackie at The Met. Her face broke into a huge grin, because Jackie was someone she’d recognized and “known her whole
As they parted, Lois reminded Mia that they had the opening of the Hudson River School painters at the Metropolitan Museum on Wednesday night.
Tom shook Bob’s hand and kissed Lois’ cheek and they were off.
“How’d I do?” Tom smiled down at Mia as they walked downtown.
“Pretty good, I think. My mother wanted to know if I was seeing you when you were my prof. I told her you were the perfect gentleman,” she smiled at Tom, “which is mostly true, except for your slight lapse in judgment.”
“I’ll never live that down, will I?”
Mia shook her head. “So, were you serious about NYU?”
“Very. I’d love to teach screenwriting at their film school.” Slinging his arm over her shoulder and pulling her close as they walked, “You’re not going to get rid of me so easily, Jailbait, so Bob and Lois need to get used to me.”
Looking up at him, Mia couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
“What’re you thinking?” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“My boyfriend.”
Letting out a hearty laugh, Tom looked pleased. “You’ve got that right. So, where should we go, Girlfriend?”
“Well, since it’s my birthday weekend, I think it should be my choice.”
“Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”
“Let’s go back to the apartment and fuck like wild animals.”
Tom turned to an elderly man who was walking next to them on the sidewalk, “I have the best girlfriend in the whole world,” and with that, he grabbed Mia’s hand and started running toward the apartment on Sixteenth Street.
Tom’s soft kiss on her lips woke Mia in the early hours on Monday morning. The room was dark and outside the Trade Centers were still lit up against the pre-dawn sky.
“I have to leave for the airport, Jailbait.”
Mia just nodded. She knew if she spoke, her voice would crack.
“I had one of the best weekends of my life,” he brushed her hair from her face, “and I wish I wasn’t leaving you. I think this bi-coastal thing just became very hard.”
Mia took his hand from her hair and brought it to her lips. “Thank you for the best birthday ever. You are the best gift in the world.”
With those words, he took her face in his hands, his gaze serious and sincere, “I promise I will find a way back to you soon.”
“Good, because I miss you already.”
Tom Sheehan truly was an elixir.
Chapter Eighteen
Mia bounded up the stone steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Met was Mia’s “happy place” in New York City and she could not wait to get through the doors. Not only did it hold some of the world’s greatest antiquities and art, it also held a treasure trove of memories for Mia of many “Girls’ Day” outings with both her mother and grandmother.
Lois was waiting just inside the main entrance, impeccably dressed for the night’s exhibit opening in a sleeveless peach shift dress and oversized white framed sunglasses.
“Oh, you are totally channeling Jackie O. tonight.” Mia kissed her mother’s cheek.
Lois laughed, “Except she’s smarter than the rest of us. We’re in the city on a hot night in July, and she’s off in The Vineyard.”
The former First Lady’s apartment was located directly across the street from the north end of The Met at 1040 Fifth Avenue, and Mia thought that Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis was probably the only other person who found as much solace in the cavernous museum as she did. As with most New Yorkers who lived or spent time in the East 80’s, Jackie was a fixture. You saw her walking down the street, sashaying about in top salons, squeezing fruit at Gristede’s on Lexington Ave. and 89th St., or as Mia did, wandering The Met and enjoying its treasures.
Over the years, they’d developed a smile and nod relationship. Mia remembered the first time she saw Jackie at The Met. Her face broke into a huge grin, because Jackie was someone she’d recognized and “known her whole
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