Fell called
when they reached the Henry Hudson with conciliatory news: current book sales
had them well on track to make the bestseller list during the first week of her
book’s publication. Fell’s tone was more upbeat than usual, the real reason for
her call unspoken (Sloane’s books always
hit the bestseller list of The New York Times), Fell was feeling guilty over
her suggestion that Sloane get a divorce.
It was crazy, Sloane knew it, to
become so domestic at her age. But
between the dogmatic ignorance of the rising right wing and the acidifying
seas, it was like her mother with her miniature canvases: Sloane wanted
something small and beautiful that she could control. So be it if it happened
to be her marriage. Sloane didn’t make nice with Fell. She listened to what she
had to say, thanked her for saying it, and then she hung up. Because her car
was mad at her for some unknown reason, it calmed Sloane to be angry at
somebody else.
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