plant?â
âProbably because your father made a point of moving out of one thousand Park at the same moment the Lieblings moved in. Talk about royal snubs!â
âThatâs water over the dam. I want you to do something for Noah Liebling and his wife.â
âTruck, I will simply not have those people in my house.â
âThen invite them to dinner at a restaurant.â
âAnd be seen with them? In public? What if Roxy, or Liz, or Cindy, or Billy should see us? Theyâd think we were friends.â
âThen theyâd invite us to their place. They live at River House.â
âHow that board passed them Iâll never know. She knows nothing about placement. She has a needlepoint pillow in her living room that has âThank you for not smokingâ on it.â
âMaybe sheâs allergic.â
âNo. She says the smoke would damage her paintings. Paintings! She hasnât got any, at least none that you or I would hang. Oh, she has a couple of Warhols. But nobody hangs Warhol anymore. After that disastrous sale at Christieâs, I took our Warhol down. I was too embarrassed. Warhol is one of yesterdayâs painters.â
âI wondered where the Warhol went. Where is it?â
âStacked behind the dryer in the laundry room. Where he belongs. But Carol Lieblingâshe still hangs him. So you see what I mean.â With her hand she gives her frosted hair a flip from behind.
He takes a sip of his champagne. âFor someone you dislike so much, you seem to know an awful lot about her,â he says.
âShe has a daughter the same age as Linda. They were at Brearley together. I used to see Carol at parent-teacher meetings. And speaking of that, do you know what that woman had the nerve to say to me?â
âWhat?â
âShe said, âHave you thought about doing anything with your Chinese porcelains?ââ
âWhat the hell did she mean by that?â
âOh, she does some volunteer work for the museum.â She gestures vaguely in the direction of the building across the street, which is invisible behind the drawn drapes. âSheâs on a couple of committees. Iâm sure sheâs hoping to get on the board, whichâll never happen, of course. She asked me if Iâd consider giving our collection to the museum.â
âOh,â he says.
âShe even saidâand this is the worst partâshe even said, âJust think, if you gave your porcelains to the Met, you could run across the street and visit the collection whenever youâd like.â Can you imagine a more gauche remark?â
âActually,â he says thoughtfully, âitâs not such a bad idea.â
âWhatâs not a bad idea?â
âGiving that stuff to the museum. Weâd get a nice tax deduction. My grandfather collected it. Iâve never given a shit about all that stuff.â
âTruck Van Degan, are you out of your mind? That pair of Lang Yao sang-de-boeuf vases alone is worth a fortune! I had an appraiser in. He said you almost never find a pair. No way do you give any of it away. That collection is my insurance!â
âWhat do you meanâyour insurance?â
âYou wonât buy life insurance. When you die, that collection is one thing Iâll have to fall back on.â
âI donât buy life insurance because I donât believe in it.â
âDonât give me that, Truck. I know you too well. You wonât buy life insurance because youâre scared to take the physical.â
âSo,â he says carefully, âyouâre getting ready for me to die. Is that it, sweet tits?â
âWell, after all, you are twenty-two years older than I am, darling. A girl has to think about her future, after all.â
âOkay,â he says, leaning forward in his chair, âletâs talk about the future. Letâs talk about the immediate future.
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