drained her coffee. âMy father was the irrigator for a ranch. I grew up riding the ownerâs horses. People think itâs all Western saddle and rodeos and riding the range out there, but it isnâtâthey ride English too. It turned out I was an absolute whiz. At sixteen, I was probably the best jumper in Wyoming and Montana. And I got good grades. There was some press. Princeton gave me a full scholarship. So I went.â
âAnd?â
âIâd never been east. Princetonâthe whole sceneâblew my mind. Especially my first competition. It was huge, like every rider in New Jersey was there. Iâm sure I was the only one who didnât have her own horse. I looked at the girls who rode ahead of me, and I saw: They were better. Theyâd had every advantage, and then theyâd worked hard. I couldnât handle itâIâd always been the gold standard. I clutched. I went on automatic.â
âHowâd you do?â
âThis is where it gets crazy. If I were scoring it, Iâd say fourth. Maybe third. But I won. I couldnât believe it. The other girls couldnât either. You should see the picture of me accepting the trophyâtalk about stunned. Anyway, I go to take my horse in, and thereâs this kid waiting for me: Ben Griesman. We have a class together. Maybe Iâve nodded hello to him. But weâve never spoken. âNice going,â he says. I say, âI didnât deserve to win.â âYouâre right,â he says, âbut the judge with the rummy nose thought you did.â I ask how he knew that. âBecause I fixed the judging,â he says. And then he tells me how he went to the judge and promised the guy heâd have a date with me that night if I won. I couldnât begin to know how to have a conversation like that. But this eighteen-year-old Princeton freshman whose idea of a horse was a nag in front of a carriage on Central Park Southâhe knew how to bribe a judge.â
âWhy did he do it?â Blair asked.
âI asked him. And he says, âI saw you in class and I thought ⦠I felt ⦠I know you. Youâre like me.â I had to laugh. I say, âAre you nuts? My father doesnât own a suit to be buried in.â He says, âYouâre a storybook girl. You want it all, and youâre meant to have it.â I say, âIncluding dinner with an old drunk? What else did you promise him?â And he goes, âHe knows Iâm meeting you after dinner.ââ
Blair, fascinated, gestured for more.
âAnd he looked at me, like he really did know me, and I felt something break inside, this wave of incredible relief, and I just ⦠went to him. He bought me my first camera. We were together for five years.â
Blair couldnât get enough. âAnd then?â
âI was home for the summer. The owners of the ranch had a friend visiting. She wanted to ride, so I took her up into the national forest. We climbed and climbed, and when she saw that the eagles were flying below us, she wanted to stop. Then she kissed me. And â¦â
Silence. Interrupted by chess pieces clicking on concrete tables. And birds. And the distant sounds of football and baseball on the Great Lawn. And, finally, by Blair.
âSo this thing we might do together ⦠youâve done it before?â
âThis ⦠thin g ?â I read Jeanâs smile as quizzical. âYes. I have.â
âAnd â¦â
âEach time ⦠when it was over ⦠the same word described the quality of the pleasure ⦠annihilating .â Jean drew it out, making it sound like the ultimate contentment.
I imagined the three of us, sheets rumpled, overwhelmed by what weâd done. And the sense of freedom, feeling no sin, anticipating no punishment. I looked over at Blair, and I could see she was reassured by Jeanâs answer. And pleased that Jean would be her
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