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lot more hurricane activity than usual, this year. I won't go further than that."
"Well, as I said, that was
just great. Now I have to put it all into readable
English." And then forget all about you as soon as I am given another subject to interview, she thought. But
today she didn't want to do that. Perhaps because her quarrel with
Michael had left her feeling isolated;
however long she had lived in America, this was his country, not hers.
Even the Donnellys, who had so willingly and enthusiastically taken her to
their hearts, were his family, not hers.
Perhaps Richard felt the same way. "Do I see you
again?" he asked.
"I'll send you a copy of the article," she
promised. "But you know, what you've
told me today has given me an idea. I'm sure an awful lot of people would like to know something more about
hurricanes than the old wives' tales
which is all they normally get. Have you thought of giving a series of talks, say at the end of a forecast?
Especially now we're into June, and if there are going to be a lot of
storms this year."
"Have you thought of the scheduling? Kiley would
throw a fit."
"I've an idea he might go
for it," Jo said, remembering that it was Kiley who had set up this interview to publicize
his new boy. "And what I would like to do is conduct some interviews with
the man in the street, get his opinion on what you had to say, find out just how much he knows about hurricanes, whether he
believes one could ever hit New York, and so on. It could make interesting reading, and the two
would tie in together. What about it? I'll have Ed Kowicz – he's my editor – give
Kiley a call. And then, at the end of the
season, I could interview you again."
"Sounds brilliant." His
crooked smile played over his face. "But I'd hate to think you're not going to interview me again
until October."
Park Avenue —
Afternoon
"Where are we going,
Mom?" Owen Michael looked down at the East River in puzzlement as they left school and drove
over Manhattan Bridge.
"To the beach," she announced.
"Oh, Jees, that's great!"
"But Mommy, we don't have
any swim things," Tamsin complained.
"No problem. We'll buy new ones."
"I'm hungry," Owen
Michael said, waiting breathlessly for her reaction.
"How does the thought of a
double, double, king-size take you?"
"Neat! Fantastic!"
"Oh, Mommy! Smashing. But
why? You usually call burgers non food."
The little girl bounced up and down in the back seat.
"They are non-food. But
today's a special treat." She felt like a schoolgirl playing truant; it was that sort of a day.
She bought bright yellow
swimsuits and towels for them all at a beachfront store. They swam first, then sat under a beach
umbrella to eat
their hamburgers, washing them down with Seven-Ups, and walking away licking ices. After another
swim Jo's offer of a speedboat ride round the Jamaica Bay islands was promptly accepted. They
started back at six and
Owen Michael complained of hunger pains – so they found a restaurant and she handed the kids
a menu. While they ate she went over her notes and added various comments or ideas – and
found herself thinking of that crooked
smile.
Owen Michael pushed back his
chair. "Jees, if I eat any more my eyeballs
will be pushed out on to my plate."
"Ugh! Don't be
disgusting," Tamsin scolded. She, too, was full.
Michael was waiting for them in
the apartment. "Jo! Thank God! I thought..."
He looked miserable.
"Hi!' she breezed.
"Like to fix me a drink while I bath these two?"
"Okay." He nodded. "I'll bring it to
you."
While the bathing progressed,
Michael paced between bathroom, bed room, and lounge, hovering anxiously, searching her face
every time she looked
at him for indications of her feelings. He watched as the kids hugged her goodnight.
"Thanks, Mom, for a super
treat." Owen Michael's arm squeezed her neck until it hurt.
"Yeah, thanks, Mommy. What'll we do next?"
"Well, on Saturday, how about the zoo up at
Prospect Park?"
"Ooh, yes. Terrific. Dad..."
Owen Michael
"Well, as I said, that was
just great. Now I have to put it all into readable
English." And then forget all about you as soon as I am given another subject to interview, she thought. But
today she didn't want to do that. Perhaps because her quarrel with
Michael had left her feeling isolated;
however long she had lived in America, this was his country, not hers.
Even the Donnellys, who had so willingly and enthusiastically taken her to
their hearts, were his family, not hers.
Perhaps Richard felt the same way. "Do I see you
again?" he asked.
"I'll send you a copy of the article," she
promised. "But you know, what you've
told me today has given me an idea. I'm sure an awful lot of people would like to know something more about
hurricanes than the old wives' tales
which is all they normally get. Have you thought of giving a series of talks, say at the end of a forecast?
Especially now we're into June, and if there are going to be a lot of
storms this year."
"Have you thought of the scheduling? Kiley would
throw a fit."
"I've an idea he might go
for it," Jo said, remembering that it was Kiley who had set up this interview to publicize
his new boy. "And what I would like to do is conduct some interviews with
the man in the street, get his opinion on what you had to say, find out just how much he knows about hurricanes, whether he
believes one could ever hit New York, and so on. It could make interesting reading, and the two
would tie in together. What about it? I'll have Ed Kowicz – he's my editor – give
Kiley a call. And then, at the end of the
season, I could interview you again."
"Sounds brilliant." His
crooked smile played over his face. "But I'd hate to think you're not going to interview me again
until October."
Park Avenue —
Afternoon
"Where are we going,
Mom?" Owen Michael looked down at the East River in puzzlement as they left school and drove
over Manhattan Bridge.
"To the beach," she announced.
"Oh, Jees, that's great!"
"But Mommy, we don't have
any swim things," Tamsin complained.
"No problem. We'll buy new ones."
"I'm hungry," Owen
Michael said, waiting breathlessly for her reaction.
"How does the thought of a
double, double, king-size take you?"
"Neat! Fantastic!"
"Oh, Mommy! Smashing. But
why? You usually call burgers non food."
The little girl bounced up and down in the back seat.
"They are non-food. But
today's a special treat." She felt like a schoolgirl playing truant; it was that sort of a day.
She bought bright yellow
swimsuits and towels for them all at a beachfront store. They swam first, then sat under a beach
umbrella to eat
their hamburgers, washing them down with Seven-Ups, and walking away licking ices. After another
swim Jo's offer of a speedboat ride round the Jamaica Bay islands was promptly accepted. They
started back at six and
Owen Michael complained of hunger pains – so they found a restaurant and she handed the kids
a menu. While they ate she went over her notes and added various comments or ideas – and
found herself thinking of that crooked
smile.
Owen Michael pushed back his
chair. "Jees, if I eat any more my eyeballs
will be pushed out on to my plate."
"Ugh! Don't be
disgusting," Tamsin scolded. She, too, was full.
Michael was waiting for them in
the apartment. "Jo! Thank God! I thought..."
He looked miserable.
"Hi!' she breezed.
"Like to fix me a drink while I bath these two?"
"Okay." He nodded. "I'll bring it to
you."
While the bathing progressed,
Michael paced between bathroom, bed room, and lounge, hovering anxiously, searching her face
every time she looked
at him for indications of her feelings. He watched as the kids hugged her goodnight.
"Thanks, Mom, for a super
treat." Owen Michael's arm squeezed her neck until it hurt.
"Yeah, thanks, Mommy. What'll we do next?"
"Well, on Saturday, how about the zoo up at
Prospect Park?"
"Ooh, yes. Terrific. Dad..."
Owen Michael
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