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"I will tell you everything, ^ he ^^ taking her into his arms. "And if you wa^rf me to be honest> j wiU tell you now that I don ^want to be told everything." But it was the kitten, rather than the bedroom, in which the forerunners of ineluctable incompatibility seemed most prolific. Gold could forgive a frigid woman, almost as readily as he could forgive a passionate one, but how long could he suffer with an excellent grace a woman who in the kitchen was essentially oblivious? In time there would be cooks and maids, but who would oversee them? With each passing week the dreadful thought was gathering in his head like a low-hanging cloud that she was not perhaps merely slothful and uninterested in certain areas of domestic responsibility but also stupid. Three times he'd been forced to expound on slab bacon for her enchanted edification—once when frying thick slices for eggs, once for French toast, and once while dicing pieces with shrimp and scallions for inclusion in the Chinese fried rice he served with the clams in black bean sauce he succeeded in cooking for her to absolute perfection—
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F and she was absorbed hypnotically in each repetition as though he had not dilated on the subject of slab bacon to her before. By the third time he was irascible, not tickled, at the oddity in circumstance that found him, a Jew, dissertating to her on the esoteric virtues of slab bacon. She did not help clear the dishes after that meal either, and he did not deign to ask.
But it was the episode of the Estonian black bread that nearly took all the heart out of him.
"Darling, where's that big Estonian black bread I brought down last time? I've searched everywhere." "I threw it out," she told him in innocence. Into Gold's eyes there crept a look of alarm. "You threw it out?" I "It was getting hard."
"It was getting hard?" He listened in a sort of trance I and gave a hollow laugh. "Darling it's supposed to get
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"They bake such large Iqaves with a thick crust so they'll stay fresh for weeks, darting. Did you think we would eat a five-pound Estonian black bread in a day?"
about anything but riding horses and owning money? They ate California oranges when they could get Florida and did not seem to know that Cornice pears were better than Seckels and-Anjous. Hopelessness enveloped him like an enervating fog at the mere idea of trying to convince her that the difference between an ordinary supermarket jam and Tiptree Little Scarlet Strawberry Preserves lay at the essence of their chances for a happy union.
This was something Belle understood. "He's a gourmet and doesn't know it," Belle said with laughter many months back when they were still able to joke with each other. "He thinks he's just particular. I'd like to see one of these young girls please him for more than j a week. It would take her ten years just to learn how. 1 I'd like to see him even get one to try. When he asks for ] two-minute eggs he means three minutes. He wants his underwear ironed and thinks he doesn't. When we-^ out he takes longer to dress than I do. r^'iike to see J one of his college students figure out when he asks for 1 rye bread with seeds whether h^means caraway seeds | or black seeds. When h^ asks for fish for dinner he usually wants liver and when he asks for liver he wants
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I inhumanely selfish and malicious father-in-law who
I disliked him intensely and sadistically. And as though
his life with all that were not sufficiently complicated,
I he tumbled head over heels into love the very next day
I with another woman almost his own age who was
separated from a mountainous husband with a brutal
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this pass was a ph$&e call from New York from Belle, who ought at least to h^ve tried to cope with the crisis herself. Gold was stunned when he awoke in Andrea's
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bhe s refusing to do homework. We can't verv well lower our standards, can we?"
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The woman could hait^Y have looked more surprised. "You would?"
"Yes. She is exceptional, isn't .she?" "In a recalcitrant, unproductive way."
"You the one who's complaining?" "Oh no Dr. Gold. I'm her favorite. We re very close friends and it hurts me to see her stigmatized as an exception. She's really so exceptional."
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"Ride downtown to my studio with me, he requested. "I want to talk longer with you."
"I have a class in five minutes."
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In the morning he conferred with his lawyer.
"How much of your money do you want her to have?"
"None."
"I'm in favor of that."
"On the other hand, I want her and the children to have everything they're accustomed to and never have to worry."
"I may have to look for a loophole."
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"I may have to bring two children."
"That's out of the question,"
"I'll leave them with my husband."
"We may be followed," he thought it prudent to advise her, thinking of Greenspan.
"My husband wouldn't go that far," said Linda Book, "although he's desperate for a reconciliation. He hates being separated from me."
"Smart fellow," said Gold. "He'd be a fool to give you up."
Linda blossomed like a rose. "You know how to make a woman happy. But I must warn you now. I'll never want to marry you."
Gold could not find the right words for a moment. "The mold!" he cried at last. "They broke it! They broke the mold when they created you!"
In the cold light of morning he lingered over breakfast with his head in both hands, wondering what the fuck he had done.
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"I'll also need some advice, Sid, about Acapulco. I'm not really going for the government, and there'll be two of us."
Sid pursed his lips in consternation. "I'm not sure the places I mentioned are right for Belle."
"Not Belle, Sid. Belle and I are finished. We're not really together any more."
If Sid was distraught he hid it well. "How come I haven't heard?" he asked with only mild surprise. "The girls still talk to her, don't they?"
"I'm not sure she knows." This was growing to be an awkward confession to have to keep making. "I'm sort of hoping she'll catch on. There's this girl in Washington I'm engaged to secretly and want to marry."
"You're really in love, huh, kid?"
"Yeah, Sid, I am. But that's with a different one."
"You mean there are three?" Now Sid sat straight up and a look of keenest joy brightened his face.
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Gold nodded sheepishly. "And there's also a Jewish FBI man named Greenspan who might still be checking me out for good character."
"Te/i me something," Sid said after asking the waiter for another round of drinks. "Why aren't you marrying the one you're in love with?"
"Her husband wouldn't let me," said Gold. "He doesn't even like the idea of being separated. He's a big violent man with a savage temper and I mustn't let him find out."
"That's funny."
"She's got four kids."
"That's funnier." Sid was chuckling heartily. "Is she having her teeth capped?"
Gold answered with amazement. "How did you know?"
Sid merely smiled in a paternal way. Then he explained, "Every time I fell for a girl she decided she had to have her teeth capped."
"Linda's having just a couple. I offered to pay."
"Don't commit yourself for more."
Gold was again embarrassed. "Two of her kids need orthodontia," he confessed, "and I told Linda I'd help there too."
"Why are you marrying the one in Washington?"
"She's a lovely girl, Sid," Gold answered with persuasive feeling, "really nice, and her father can help me with his influence. There's money there and that might make it easier for me to help Linda with those dental bills."
"How's her teeth?"
"Good, Sid, good."
"Is she tall?"
"Very. With long legs and very strong bones. Healthy, and really quite a beauty."
"Then take her to Acapulco," Sid urged genially. "It sounds like you might have some fun."
"I'm going to, Sid," said Gold, "but there's the problem. I don't like to be away from Linda and I want to sneak her along too."
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"What's the problem?" Sid asked.
"Is it possible?" asked Gold. "Can I really do something like that without getting caught?"
"Sure, it's possible," Sid assured him with zest and called for two more drinks. "I've got this friend in Houston I do business with who goes with this Mexican television actress who goes with this airline pilot who's married to this woman with the Mexican Tourist Bureau who can help with travel and hotel reservations."
"She may have to bring two of her kids."
"The more the merrier," Sid chortled, "if you can afford it. And a maid or baby sitter to take care of them so she's free nights."
"I hadn't thought of that. Sid, how can I hide so many people? Two hotels? Three?"
"One," answered Sid concisely.
"One?"
"Sure, one. It accounts for your being wherever you're seen and you don't waste time shooting back and forth. Please don't take offense, Bruce, but I think that maybe for the first time in my life I'm finally proud of my kid brother."
"And all this while," reminded Gold, thrilling a moment with the compliment, "there's this FBI man who might find out and ruin everything. By the way, what's she like?"
"Who?"
"That Mexican television actress," said Gold.
"Not bad, I hear, if you like them short, dark, shapely, and passionate. She goes off like a string of firecrackers, I'm told. And I always thought you were kind of stuffy. I never thought you had nerve for something like this."
"Sid, I don't," Gold decided, wilting. "I'm going to call it off."
"Over my dead body," Sid told him in an affronted voice that commanded the attention of others in the small restaurant. "I haven't had this much fun in fifteen years. What could go wrong? Boy, oh, boy—I wish I
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could go along, but I don't think my heart or Harriet would stand it. Listen—we'll book you into the Villa Vera in two private cottages back to back. You'll have your own kitchen and private swimming pool with each and can avoid the public areas. I'll work out the right room numbers. The way I see it you won't
even have to worry about this Greenspan or the FBI."
"Forgive me for intruding," said Greenspan of the FBI, "but I'd like to make a suggestion. He'll need a third room for himself to make and receive private phone calls from each of the ladies. He can use secret business with Washington as a justification. I recommend three connecting suites, with his own in the middle."
"You seem to know an awful lot about this," Sid said appreciatively after Gold introduced them.
"I've worked for Presidents," was Greenspan's understated reply. "Your place—it's a pigsty," he said of Gold's studio when they entered. "I say that more in sorrow than anger. I've been meaning to tell you for weeks."
"Greenspan, don't butt in," said Gold with a look plainly indicating he was both worried and irked. "I don't want Belle to know anything about this."
"She knows, she knows," said Greenspan in a soughing litany. "Everything but the names. Since when has Belle ever been guilty of stupidity?"
"Then why hasn't she said anything?"
"What can she say?" answered Greenspan with an expression of absolute grief stealing over him. "If you only knew how my heart bleeds for her every time I hear her talking to her mother or trying to pretend that nothing's wrong when she speaks to your sisters. What a woman she is, what a wonderful wife and mother she—"