to tart yourself up. I am telling you that it wouldnât make any sense to arrive with your natural attractions in disguise, the way theyâve been since you came to Boulder. Jean-Paul may not notice if you dress up, but he would certainly notice if you came in looking like a nun.â
âJean-Paul? Have I met him?â
âProbably not, unless youâve attended meetings of the French faculty. Iâve never encountered him in the stacks, where you and I hang out.â
âWhy did you invite him?â
âBecause heâs attractive. And a widower.â
âWhen did his wife die?â
âYou remember the Air India flight that went down?â
âOh mon Dieu, yes!âI wonât tell any jokes about airplanes.â
âYou are coming to life, dear Henrietta.â
Also invited were Halston Rauschig and his wife, Helen. Halston was the soul of the Democratic Party in Boulder. He was pleased when Amy, in introducing him to Henrietta, took pains to point out that it had been Halston who had put together the Democratic rally the previous semester, âwhere Reuben Castle wowed everybody.â
âWere you there?â Halston asked Henrietta.
âYes, I was.â
âWhat was your impression?â
âImpression of what?â
âWell, of the speaker. Senator Castle.â
They were standing in the glassed-in garden room, which looked out over the mountains, still faintly visible against the early December dusk. Amy suddenly remembered: âHey, Henri! Werenât you at the University of North Dakota, before going to Paris? Castle was also at the University of North Dakota! Did your paths cross?â
âI donât remember.â
The doorbell rang and Amy went to answer it as Halston broke in: âReuben Castle was a big shot on campusâchairman of the Student Council and editor of the student newspaper. If you were there at the same time, heâd have been hard to miss.â
âMy mind was on other things. I had some extracurricular activities of my own.â
âLike what?â Amy Parrish asked, returning with Jean-Paul Lafayette.
âLike duck hunting.â
Jean-Paul was extending his hand. âEnchanté,â he said.
Henri murmured a reply, and Amy told her how lovely she looked. Helen agreed. âYouâre hardly dressed to go duck hunting, Henri.â
âI donât know, Helen. Maybe I am.â
She sat down next to Jean-Paul. His thick dark hair was cut short and curled close to his head. His gentle eyes and wry smile caught her, and his voice was light but warm. His native French was flawless, of course, but also colorful, and he insisted on using it. That was perfectly agreeable to Henri, less so to the otherguests, but they all enjoyed themselves, talked politics for a bit, and ate and drank with relish, keeping John Parrish busy tending bar and pouring wine. He did manage to say to the Rauschigsâfirst to Halston, then separately to Helenâthat the new line of Buicks, which his dealership was currently displaying, could be outfitted with a collapsible bar, âif you want one.â
Halston said that if he was getting a new car he might well want one. âIt would be handy to have for celebrating the Democratic victory next November!â
John poured Halstonâs glass full.
CHAPTER 19
Boulder, December 1987
Jean-Paul Lafayette called Henriettaâs number the next morning, speaking French as usual. It was Justin who answered the phone. He was taken aback for a moment at being addressed in his native tongue. Finally: âVous voulez parler avec Madame Durban?â
Jean-Paul answered gratefully, âJustement.â
Justin bounded into the kitchen. âMom, some frog wants you on the phone.â
â Justin! Doâ¦notâ¦useâ¦thatâ¦word. â
âOkay.â He sat down at the breakfast table, pulled up his glasses, and began to read the sports
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