He did not. His conversation was polite, casual, and noncommittal. XXNX Ken picked up the tab, and tipped generously as he always did. Her long black hair was in a pony tail, like it was then. She regretted the outcome. “These are impressive titles,” she said, “The books have obviously been read.” She picked out one book, opened it and read, “The Poetic Edda, translated from the Icelandic with an introduction and notes by Henry Adams Bellows. The difference in their outfits made that more obvious than Emily wanted. She had half feared he would use the event to tell her about another woman. He did call. She did not regret her efforts. Did she feel threatened by her husband’s apparent interest in a younger woman? When he drove her to her apartment in his Jaguar she asked, “When will I see you again?” “I’ll give
