itâs my roof.â There was a pause. Max looked around the room, then said, âPity about Russell Cole. I wonder if heâll turn up.â
âSo you know ,â I said, marveling at his coolness. âHow did you find out?â
âLulu called me this afternoon, actually.â
Luluâwith whom he wasnât involved.
âThe whole town seems to know. Larry Locket called us this afternoon. I wonder if Lulu told him.â
âLarry Locket, the writer . . .â Max shrugged. âPossibly.â
âWell, June Kahn knows, which is like posting it on the Internet.â
âJune Kahn, yes. And her husbandâthat funny little man who always wears the matching cummerbunds and ties . . . whatâs his name?â
âCharlie.â
âCharlie Kahn. Thatâs right. Iâve met them. They came to my house one year for the ball.â
âHow do you think Lulu found out?â I asked him.
âNo idea. But I suspect she keeps rather close tabs on the two of themâRussell and Carla. Sheâs a bit obsessed with her successor, you know. . . . Tell me, what do people in New York think of Carla Cole?â
âSheâs not around New York much,â I demurred.
âNo, but you know what I mean. Whatâs the scoop on her, as you say? Iâm curious because Lulu goes on and on about how Carla Cole used to be some sort of lady of the night. Do we think thatâs true?â
âWell, Iâve heard that, yes. I mean, it was a huge scandal when they ran off together.â
âI remember. I didnât know them at the time, but I heard all about it. Of course, most people in Europe thought that Russell was rather foolish to run off and get divorced the way he did. Particularly with a woman who wasnât anybody, what? English and European men simply donât get divorced. They get mistresses, âCept me, of course. But Iâm considered a bit bonkers,â he said with a laugh. âI just donât see why one shouldnât move on if one feels like it. You know what Louis the Fifteenth said when he was asked what the greatest aphrodisiac in the world was . . . ?â
I did know, but I pretended not to. âNo, what?â
âChange,â Max said with a grin. I smiled appreciatively. âI think people should do exactly as they please in life, donât you? Provided they can, of course,â he quickly added.
âI guess that depends on what pleases them,â I answered.
âWell, what would please me is to call you when I come to New York. May I?â
âYes. You may indeed.â
I had no idea what to make of Max. His antithetical combination of aloofness and flirtatiousness was slightly disconcerting. I didnât know whether he liked me orâmore to the pointâwhether I liked him. But there was something very intriguing about him, and I definitely wanted to see him again.
For the rest of the dinner, we talked more about Russell, speculating on what might have happened. Max said he hardly knew Russell at all. He just knew Lulu. I got the feeling that he and Lulu might once have been involved, but that they werenât now. Several times during our conversation, I glanced over at Carla. Every single time I looked at her, she was already looking at me, staring at me with a knowing little smile. I couldnât figure out if she was smiling because of what sheâd told me about Russell, or because of some other reason. Her observation earlier that we were âsisters under the skinâ echoed in my brain. It was almost as if she knew something confidential about me.
Suddenly, a woman from another table got up and approached a man at the opposite side of our table. She leaned down and whispered something into his ear. The manâs face registered shock and he immediately craned his neck to peer around one of the orchid-plastered columns. The object of his gaze