Chapter 51

“I wish she did.” He rose and looked down at her. “I’ll leave you now to your young poet. Remember if any thing happens, I warned you.” But Marty would not be warned. Tony saw the pair of them that night under the moon—Marty wrapped in silver, Rickey at her feet, adoring. Jane Bleecker saw them, too, and said to her son, sharply: “Marty ought to be ashamed of herself, leading Rickey Oliphant on.” “Perhaps he’s leading her on.” “What do you mean?” “She’s in love with him.” “Marty—in love?” “Yes.” “Nonsense.” “You ma…