Chapter 19Myles finally called this morning. We spent the day together, at the museum. I’ll tell you, Bump, his boyish presence was exactly what I needed. You should have seen his face as we walked from glorious room to glorious room at the Beaux-Arts. I’d seen the main collection more than a dozen times in my life, but today, seeing those familiar paintings through Myles’s eyes, made the experience fresh again. The doubts that had plagued me in the last weeks have dissipated. Myles helped me to see more clearly in my own situation. His emotional quotient must be off the charts.
I only wish he could apply some of his wisdom to his own problems, but that’s another story.
When he called, I was at my computer in our home office, stiff and sore, tired of staring at the screen, though it wasn
