Oliver paced a couple of tight circles and decided to go. He did his laundry and ironed a white linen shirt. At six, he walked into the Regency and said to the hostess, "I'm meeting someone . . ." He looked around for Jacky.
"Are you Oliver?"
"Yes."
"Ms. Chapelle called to say that she would be fifteen minutes late. May
I get you a drink?"
"Glenlivet, please. Rocks."
Twenty minutes later Jacky swept in, apologizing.
"No problem," Oliver said. "You look well." She was tanned and buzzing with energy.
"Forgive my banker suit," she said. "No time to change. I talked them into more money."
"Congratulations."
"Dinner's on me. Mmm," she said, opening a menu.