CHAPTER 8
PULLED TOWARDS THE EDGE
While he was
coming to quick terms with the idea that he’d finally found an attractive woman
who cared about his world of nonstop news and gossip, right away, I knew that I
too certainly liked the idea of this Wade Crawford man before me. He fit a
need. His enthusiasm for life and work would soften my losses: my father in a
plane to the ravages of an untimely blizzard and James to a burning obsession
to save every child on the other side of the world.
New York glimmered
around us that night, the way it can when spontaneity falls perfectly into
place. After dinner, Wade escorted me to two downtown parties filled with
cigarette smoke and writers. Someday I hoped to be like his writer friends who
wrote long magazine stories and books that they’d mined from their souls. It
was clear from every angle that Wade’s non-stop joie-de-vivre was more than
contagious. He was sheer fun, and full of the possibility of escape, of renewal
even.
He
dropped me at my stoop at dawn, kissing me tenderly on the lips and
disappearing into the early morning glow. As I watched him bounce down the
street, all I could think was that he had Daddy’s electricity and confidence.
And that suited me just fine.
Paperback, 384 pages
Published April 1st 2014 by William Morrow & Company
Published April 1st 2014 by William Morrow & Company
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