“Then they seem to feel better and we become great friends.”
“But don’t you ever fall in love with them?” Pretty damned sure of herself. “Don’t you ever fall in love with them?”
“I almost always do,” said Dallas.
He plunged. “I could give you a lot of things you haven’t got, purple or no purple.”
“I’m going to France in April. Paris.”
“What d’you mean! Paris. What for?”
“Study. I want to do portraits. Oils.”
He was terrified. “Can’t you do them here?”
“Oh, no. Not what I need. I have been studying here. I’ve been taking life-work three nights a week at the Art Institute, just to keep my hand in.”
“So that’s where you are, evenings.” He was strangely relieved. “Let me go with you some time, will you?” Anything. Anything.