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Show 44 So he had thought about her and not thought about her, had her in his mind and yet set apart. And when the knock on the door downstairs had come shortly after nine on the Wednesday following, it had both surprised and seemed absolutely natural to him. "Well, hello," Hunt had said. And Martha McAllister's eyes had been so hopeful and so t e r r i f i e d. "Hello." "Come in. Please come i n . My studio - well, 'studio,' that's a bit of an enlargement, where I paint's just up these stairs. "I'm a married woman," Martha McAllister had said. "I saw your ring," Hunt had smiled. "I just needed to say that." "Right. --Would you rather go?" "No; I just needed to say that." "Come on up. Would you like some tea?" "I have two children in school." And she was following him, now, up the stairs. "Great. Boys? Girls?" "Both. I mean, one of each." "I'm unmarried. I don't have any children. But I'm twenty-four; so . "I'm thirty-one." "Congratulations.^--So, this is where ^ p a i n t l" "Well, i t ' s light. And I love the ocean. Tea? Coffee? Glass of orange juice? Milk?" "No thank you." " I don't have any of that incredible green stuff." |
