Chapter 9

She dressed in the grey ensemble that was the other of her New York purchased costumes. She hoped that Alan would think grey was as becoming to her type of blondness as green. She stood beside the bed, looking at him. He was sleeping soundly. She wanted to put her face against his, for just a minute. But it might wake him. She closed the apartment door very quietly, and ran downstairs into the September sunshine. There was a French pastry shop on Sixth Avenue near Ninth Street, where they had croissants. She had se…