the lawyer.â
âWill do. But on that note, I talked to the staff this morning about what we should do about neighborhood projects like this one.â I gave Marty the gist of what we haddiscussed earlier in the morning. âIs that just my guilt talking, or do you think it makes sense?â
Marty smiled. âA little of each, but itâs not a bad idea. I donât think thereâs any way we can or should work with the City itself, but we can probably carve out a niche for the Society, and we all benefit. Make us look more relevantâand less like a bunch of old fogies looking up their family history.â
âThatâs kind of what I was thinking,â I said. âIf life hands you lemonsâor in this case, bulletsâmake lemonade. So, Eliot? Things going well there?â
âWith the Society or with me?â
âTake your pick.â I knew that Marty and Eliot had been seeing each other for a while, but Marty was surprisingly closemouthed about what was going on with them, although sheâd had no reservations about prying into my evolving relationship with James. It was Marty who had suggested recruiting Eliot as a board member.
âProfessionally heâs a good fit, right? Professor, specializing in urban planning, respected in the community, well liked by his students, no skeletons in his closet or scandals on his résumé.â
âHey, you donât have to convince me. I like the guy, and I think he provides a much-needed balance to the traditional historians and lawyers on the board. Have you been hearing any resistance from other board members?â
âNope. Of course, they might not say it to my face. You havenât heard any rumblings?â
âNo. I canât imagine why anyone would object. Well, except for the issue of the two of you . . .â
âYouâre thinking that if we put him on the board, will I be putting myself in an awkward position?â
âYes. And that can be taken in more than one way. If youâre a couple, somebody might objectânepotism, or undue influence, or something like that. If youâre no longer a couple, youâre stuck with running into him regularly for as long as his term lasts.â
âLet me worry about the personal side of things.â
âFine. Weâll nominate him and vote at the board meeting next week.â Then I had another thought. âYou know, I told you I was talking with the staff this morning, about reaching out more to neighborhood redevelopment groups, offer them what we know of the history of various neighborhoods. But it occurs to me that neighborhood activists can be rather narrowly focused on more practical matters, like housing the people displaced or finding developers who will do the work at a reasonable price. Eliot might be a great person to serve as a go-between.â
âBecause heâs a minority?â Marty asked.
Eliot was the son of an American soldier and his Korean war bride. I couldnât honestly say that I and others at the Society hadnât taken that into consideration when proposing him for a board seat: our board, and our membership, was definitely skewed toward middle-aged Caucasian men. But Eliotâs credentials spoke for themselves. âNo, of course not. Because itâs his field of expertise. Heâs respected and published. And we have untapped resources that he can use.â
âLet me run the idea by him. Any word on Tyrone Blakeneyâs condition?â
I was embarrassed that I hadnât even given that a thought this morning. âNot that Iâve heard, but I donât expect anyone to contact me with updates. Do you know him?â
âNo. I told you Iâd worked with Cherisse, thoughâtoo bad about her.â
âThey made a good team, based on what little I saw. Did you know that Latoya once dated Tyrone?â This didnât count as gossiping, did it?
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