Эрик Сигал – Love Story / История любви (страница 7)

“You are afraid you’re losing a roommate, huh?”

“Still, in a way I’ve gained one, she spends so much time here.”

I was dressing for a concert, so this dialogue would soon finish.

“Don’t worry, Raymond. We’ll have that apartment in New York. We’ll have different girls every night. We’ll do it all.”

“Don’t tell me not to worry, Barrett. That girl’s got you.”

“It’s all under control,” I replied. I was adjusting my tie and heading for the door.

Stratton was somehow unconvinced.

“Hey, Ollie?”

“Yeah?”

“You are making it, aren’t you?”

“Jesus Christ, Stratton!”

I was not taking Jenny to this concert; I was watching her in it. The Bach Society was doing the Fifth Brandenburg Concerto at Dunster House[51], and Jenny was harpsichord soloist. I had heard her play many times, of course, but never with a group or in public. I was really proud. She didn’t make any mistakes that I could notice.

“I can’t believe how great you were,” I said after the concert.

“That shows what you know about music, Preppie.”

“I know enough.”

We were in the Dunster courtyard. Her musical colleagues were strolling nearby (including Martin Davidson, throwing invisible hate bombs in my direction), so I couldn’t discuss music with her.

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