"
She stretched, "Okay, okay, no pow-wow for now."
"Besides, darling," he said to her reflection in the mirror, "you
too have a busy day ahead of you."
"Yes, yes, I know," she said with an unpleasant expression. "I'll
call as soon as I get out of the shower."
He sat beside her, boots in hand. "Maybe you should call now," he
said, "so I can be here with you."
"After the shower. I promise." She stood and unzipped her
athletic top.
He tugged on his second boot. "It is just that they can be so
pushy and overwhelming."
"He is a friend of ours, Jean-Pierre. Well, of Matthew's anyway.
But I trust he'll be straight with me," she said, sounding not
totally certain.
"I am just trying to help," Jean-Pierre said, tucking in his
shirt.
She slid her little horseshoe charm back and forth on its chain.
Should she call now? Perhaps with Jean-Pierre here it would be
easier. And if she really was going to go through with this, she
might as well do it with him here. He was, after all, the reason
why she had made up her mind in the first place.
"Wait," she said, as he was zipping his suede jacket. "Pass me my
little address book. It's over there next to my wallet." She
flipped through the book and found the number she wanted and
dialed the telephone.
Jean-Pierre stood with his arms crossed, broad shoulders pressed
squarely against the wall.
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