it in her eyes. I looked in yours and all I could gather was a twinge of regret. Yet, you took her home with you.â Desmondâs gaze shifted to his feet. Karen softened her voice. âI think very highly of you, Desmond. I have no qualms about admitting that my husband is less than perfect and that I sometimes think aboutâ¦â Her voice dissipated as Desmond looked up again. âSometimes I think about how different my life would be if I had married someone with a stronger purpose, someone like you. In many ways, me coming to work, flirting with you, makes going home more bearable.â
âI didnât know your marriageââ
She shook him off. âI hate to think that the man I think so highly of would cause the kind of harm that I know youâve caused that Nora woman. You were the typical guy when you took her home that night, and I like to think that you arenât typical.â
Desmond eyed her, his expression serious. âI try not to be.â
âHave you ever been in love?â Karen asked him.
âI donât even like to think about that question,â Desmond said. He shifted his weight from left leg to right, wrung his hands.
âToo many of our men have that same problem,â Karen said sadly. âAnd too many of our women suffer because of it. Itâll hit you one day, Desmond. When it does, do what feels right in your heartâbecause I know you have a good heartâand youâll never go wrong.â
âThe talk shows condemn thinking with just your heart,â Desmond said. âSometimes you have to use your head.â
âWhat you have to do is make sure your heart and mind are on one accord, that theyâre both clearâlike they say at the end of church service. In your heart you knew you would never marry Nora, I bet. I also would wager my salaryââ she smiled to let him know she meant figuratively ââthat you knew it in your mind before you even proposed.â
Desmond nodded. Karen was alright. Where was she when he was growing up?
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âTurn left up here,â Cydney said.
Stephon put on his blinker, made the turn, slowed about halfway up the block. âGoodness!â
âWhat is it?â
âIâd heard horror stories about Asbury Park, but this is incredible. Who would dare open up a business around here? Nothing but junkies, dealers, whores and burnt-out buildings.â
Cydney said nothing. By condemning the city, Stephon was condemning her. The harshness of his tone, the disgust in his voice made leaving this married man alone a more doable task. She could just picture him with the same upturned nose, the same judgment in his voice, looking at her with disgust. But sheâd never give him the opportunity; sheâd never let him know that this city of nothing but junkies, dealers, whores and burnt-out buildings had spawned her.
âYou believe this,â he continued as they passed a young girl with red boots up above her knees, a jean skirt with the hemline up above the top of the boots. âSheâs peddling her ass in broad daylight.â
âSheâs trying to survive,â Cydney shot back.
Stephon smiled. âWell, thatâs mighty Democratic of you, Cydney. The Republicans will be very upset to have lost you, but theyâll recover. I suppose youâd probably like me to offer that young lady a job, something inâ¦customer service.â He chuckled. Cydney didnât.
Republican, was that how he saw her?
âCush is up there on the rightâ was all Cydney could say.
Stephon curbed his car, moved the transmission arm to Park, but sat with the engine running. âYou think my car will be safe here?â
Cydney shrugged. âWeâll see when we come back out.â She unbuckled her seat belt and waited for him to open her door. He didnât seem certain of his next move. âStephon, Iâm waiting.â
He came