The sweep of history, the allure of love, and the spark of humor – all in one package. This is what Lanier does so well. And, thank you Mr. Smith for introducing me to the magic. A re-post to delight on a Sunday morning. Je suis enchantée de faire votre connaissance!
Martine Belfort, nearly asleep as she soaked in her tub, barely opened one eye at the offensive jangling urgency of the contraption on her vanity. Why she ever had installed a telephone in her bathroom escaped her for the moment.
“Juju hold it up to my ear.”
The maid did as she was told.
“Allo? Allo Martine are you there?” It was Cecile Duvall her dearest source of gossip and most distrusted friend.
“Cecile? Are you back in Paris already? I thought you were in Cannes?”
“I am ma chère but I simply had to call you at once. The most amazing thing happened tonight at dinner.”
Martine closed her eyes and sank to her chin in the tub and nodded to Juju to turn on the hot tap to warm her up.
“Oh do tell, who is your infatuation this time, a duke or some American millionaire?”
“It is Coco Chanel!”
Martine shot up in the tub both eyes wide open. “You are having an affair with Chanel?”
“No no! Silly pet, I have news about her.”
“Oh I never liked that woman! What happened? Did she stay out in the sun too long and burned to a crisp? Is she dead?”
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