down the hallway to copy the itineraries so theyâd go out on time. Two days after her appendix was removed, Violet called me, begging me to help bust her out of the hospital so she could get back to work.
âYouâre taking an afternoon off? There must be a full moon,â I joked.
âYou sound like Lillith,â Violet said, hitting me where it hurt. âSpeaking of Lillith, I suspect the reason youâre not coming in today is so you can have a weekend to figure out what youâre going to say to the boys upstairs about your resignation.â
âIf thereâs a Cuban version of Miss Marple, youâd be her,â I stated wryly. âWhich brings me back to what I was originally going to ask you. Have you typed your resignation yet?â
âIf thatâs your clever way of asking me to jump ship and work for you at Lillith Allure, Mr. Dunhillââ
âWhich it is. Yes.â
âIâm not sure I canââ
âTake the bridge. Donât take the tunnel,â I said to the driver. âIâm sorry, Violet. You were saying?â
âThatâs okay. If you had given me a little more time, I might haveââ
âDo I need to give you money for the toll now? Or do I give you that at the end of the trip?â I asked the driver, who eyed me curiously, as we hadnât reached the bridge yet.
âYou give it to me now. You give it to me later. It makes no difference,â he said.
âOkay. Iâll give it to you later,â I said.
âIf you interrupt me one more time, Iâm gonna give it to you later,â Violet said.
âIâm sorry, Violet. It wonât happen again. What were you saying?â
âStop playing games with me. Iâm not turning you down,â she said.
âGood,â I said, breathing a sigh of relief. âI was running out of ways to interrupt you.â
âI need more information before I can give you an answer,â Violet said. âPlus I want to be wooed. Take me out to dinner, and weâll talk it over.â
âWooed? You want to be wooed? All right. Why donât weââ
âSunday night? Eight? At Firebird? Iâd love to,â Violet interrupted.
âYouâve already made the reservations, havenât you?â
Violet confirmed my suspicions by not answering. Instead she asked, âI donât suppose youâve seen the papers this morning? One paper in particular, I should say.â
âNo,â I answered tentatively, hoping that any news about Lillith Allure hadnât been given to the press yet.
âPick up the Manhattan Star-Gazette when you get home,â Violet instructed.
âNo,â I begged. Violet knew that I only read the New York Times if I wanted news. The Star-Gazette was for entertainment news or, worse yet, when my friends and clients were hit hard in Lola Listeriaâs gossip column. âMaybe you should read me the highlights.â
âOkay,â Violet answered, and I heard the rustling of newspaper pages as she found the column. I calmed myself by looking at Manhattanâs skyline as the taxi cab went over the Triboro Bridge. I was almost home.
âReady?â Violet asked. âThereâs a whole section about an actress whose foot had to be cut out of a boot at a department store. I was going shoe shopping today, but now I donât think I want to.â
âJust skip to whateverâs relevant, please.â
âIf you want relevance, read the Times. Okay, here it is. âFashionistaâs Flight of Fury.â â
âOh, no,â I said.
Violet read on, âSaturn must have been lodged in Uranus during a flight to Baltimore when a certain model learned her agent turned down a booking for Claude Martrandâs fashion show. Perhaps she was more furious because she hoped the designer would give her a free wedding dress? Or is it because our girl is too busy
Beautiful Chaos # Gary Russell