you go?â
An equally pregnant pause. âThe art director on the account had a party,â he said. âEverybody from work went over after weâd finished at Carmineâs.â Using every molecule of restraint that I could summon, I didnât ask for the guest list.
âOh,â I said, all innocence. âWas it fun?â
âYeah, it was cool,â he said. Cool was Chrisâs favorite word. It drove me crazy. He was a copywriterâhow could he fixate on that sophomoric expression? I suppose I should have taken some comfort in the fact that he didnât say it was awesome. Eventually, I just ignored it.
âHow are you doing?â Chris asked. âToughing it out?â
âThere are worse places to be,â I said. âBut I miss you. Iâm in this great room with a king-size bed and a mountain of down pillows, not to mention a view of the water, and Iâm all by myself.â
âI miss you too,â he said âEverybodyâs getting ready to leave for Christmas by the end of the week. If I didnât have to lay the thing out basically on my own, Iâd join you.â
âWhen are they shooting?â
âWeâre trying to set it up for a week from Friday,â Chris said. âBridget wants to go up to her weekend house in Connecticut though, so it all depends on her availability.â
âWell, I guess sheâs a superstar,â I said, hoping that I didnât sound snotty. âThey probably have to work around her.â
âNo, actually, sheâs really down to earth,â he said. âI was surprised. She just needs to get away a lot. I guess itâs because sheâs in the limelight so much.â Thatâs what I loved about my guy, he was so simpatico.
âWell, I hope it works out,â I said. âI know that you probably want to wrap things up.â There was a silence for a couple of seconds.
Well?
âYeah, well, weâll see,â Chris said. âAnyway, call me when you know your sked. Thereâs going to be an amazing party here on New Yearâs. I hope youâre back for it.â
I immediately felt myself sinking into depression. I thought about New Yearâs Eve in New York with crowds of people thronging Times Square waiting for the ball to drop. Even though I liked to hunker down, there was so much energy in the air and on the streets. It felt like the whole city was either on its way to or from a party.
âI will,â I said, âbut Iâm just not sure yet whatâs going on hereâ¦but anyway, whereâs the party?â
âA cool penthouse on Central Park West.â
âNice.â
âYeah,â Chris said. âThe terrace is all glassed in like a greenhouse, with enormous palm trees everywhere. Itâs decorated like a movie set with white silk lounges, and thereâs a Jacuzzi done in green-and-white Moroccan tile big enough for ten people. Itâs so completely cool,â he said. âIâve never seen anything like it.â
âSounds amazing. Who lives there?â I said jokingly. âParis Hilton?â
âGuess again,â Chris said.
I hesitated. Other than thinking of Donald Trump, I was coming up dry.
âI give up,â I said. âWho?â
âBridget.â
Chapter Nine
I t was one of those snowstorms that hit New York with unexpected intensity. In this day and age itâs hard to imagine that with all the technology at their disposal, meteorologists can be so off the mark. At most, a light snowfall was predictedâthe front was moving down from Canada, but it wasnât supposed to make much of an impact on weather in the city. But by the time it ended, fifteen inches had fallen and another ten were predicted.
When I got over the gleeful feeling that I would be swimming and sunning while my colleagues were trudging over mountains of snow in the Arctic-like cold with their feet
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