“You’ve never done it?”
“Well, the problem was we could never agree on where to go. The Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir in the middle of Central Park seemed disrespectful, even discounting the thousand-odd member audience you’d have on any typical day. The Conservatory Water was always a possibility, but the model-boat sailors have rules about these things. There’s a very nice fountain at Lincoln Center, but would upset the opera patrons something awful. And in the East River or the Hudson you’ll just get run over by a Circle Line tour boat if you aren’t poisoned by whatever is floating down the river.”
She propped her chin on her palm to look down at him.
“You have sharp elbows.”
Julie didn’t apologize or move. “I don’t get you, city boy. How have you lived your whole life like t
