Chapter XI: Part 11

“Blanchard?” she answered out of nowhere, because she was still thinking of Genevieve Cranell, with a feeling of revulsion, of shame, for what had just occurred to her, and she knew she would never be. She listened to the conversation about Blanchard and someone else, even joined in, but her consciousness had stopped in a tangle where a dozen threads crossed and knotted. One was Dannie. One was Carol. One was Genevieve Cranell. One went on and on out of it, but her mind was caught at the intersection. She bent to take a light for her cigarette, and felt herself fall a little deeper into the network, and she clutched at Dannie. But the strong black thread did not lead anywhere. She knew as if some prognostic voice were speaking now that she would not go further with Dannie. And loneliness swept over her again like a rushing wind, mysterious as the thin tears that covered her eyes suddenly, too thin to be noticed, she knew, as she lifted her head and glanced at the doorway again.

“Don’t forget.” Genevieve Cranell was beside her, patting her arm, saying quickly, “Six-nineteen. We’re adjourning.” She started to turn away and came back. “You are coming up? Harkevy’s coming up, too.”

Therese shook her head. “Thanks, I—I thought I could, but I remember I’ve got to be somewhere else.”

The woman looked at her quizzically. “What’s the matter, Therese? Did anything go wrong?”

“No.” She smiled, moving toward the door. “Thanks for asking me. No doubt I’ll see you again.”

“No doubt,” the actress said.

Therese went into the room beside the big one and got her coat from the pile on the bed. She hurried down the corridor toward the stairs, past the people who were waiting for the elevator, among them Genevieve Cranell, and Therese didn’t care if she saw her or not as she plunged down the wide stairs as if she were running away from something. Therese smiled to herself. The air was cool and sweet on her forehead, made a feathery sound like wings past her ears, and she felt she flew across the streets and up the curbs. Toward Carol. And perhaps Carol knew at this moment, because Carol had known such things before. She crossed another street, and there was the Elysée awning.

The headwaiter said something to her in the foyer, and she told him, “I’m looking for somebody,” and went on to the doorway.

She stood in the doorway, looking over the people at the tables in the room where a piano played. The lights were not bright, and she did not see her at first, half hidden in the shadow against the far wall, facing her. Nor did Carol see her. A man sat opposite her, Therese did not know who. Carol raised her hand slowly and brushed her hair back, once on either side, and Therese smiled because the gesture was Carol, and it was Carol she loved and would always love. Oh, in a different way now, because she was a different person, and it was like meeting Carol all over again, but it was still Carol and no one else. It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell. Therese waited. Then as she was about to go to her, Carol saw her, seemed to stare at her incredulously a moment while Therese watched the slow smile growing, before her arm lifted suddenly, her hand waved a quick, eager greeting that Therese had never seen before. Therese walked toward her.

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Transcriber’s Notes

The original spelling was mostly preserved. A few obvious typographical and punctuation errors as well as variations in hyphenation were silently amended. All other changes are shown here (before/after):

[p. 1]:
... Therese ate nervously, with the “Welcome to Frankenberg” ...
... Therese ate nervously, with the “Welcome to
Frankenberg’s” ...

[p. 22]:
... what day, what she had to do, the soldier substance that made ...
... what day, what she had to do, the solider substance that made ...

[p. 47]:
... from key chain on the dashboard? The stand of Christmas ...
... from the key chain on the dashboard? The stand of Christmas ...

[p. 63]:
... of inches taller than Therese. It had began to snow about an ...
... of inches taller than Therese. It had begun to snow about an ...

[p. 95]:
... real. She went to the window and looked out at the gay ...
... real. She went to the window and looked out at the gray ...

[p. 127]:
... nose, the full lower mace, the receding twist of blond hair ...
... nose, the full lower face, the receding twist of blond hair ...

[p. 205]:
... tomorrow, on ticket, one way, tomorrow at eleven A.M. ...
... tomorrow, one ticket, one way, tomorrow at eleven A.M. ...