'How did you know?' Zoe asked.
'My spies are everywhere,' Maddie said. 'What's his name?'
'Ernest Mittle. He works for your husband.'
Madeline Kurnitz spluttered into her martini.
'Mister Meek?' she said. 'That nice little man?'
'He's not so little.'
'I know, sweetie. He just looks little. Didn't try to get into your pants, did he?'
'Oh Maddie,' she said, embarrassed. 'Of course not. He's not like that at all.'
'Didn't think so,' Maddie said. 'Poor little mouse.'
'Could we order, Maddie? I really have to get back to work.'
Zoe ordered a fresh fruit salad.
Maddie would have the fresh oysters. Bluepoints weren't her favorite, but they were the only kind available. On each oyster she wanted a spoonful of caviar topped with a sprinkling of freshly ground ginger.
Then she would have thin strips of veal sauteed in unsalted butter and Marsala wine, with a little lemon and garlic. Cauliflower with bacon bits would be nice with that, she decided. And a small salad of arrugola with sour cream and chives.
The ordering of her luncheon took fifteen minutes and required a conference of maitre d', headwaiter, and two waiters, with a busboy hovering in the background. All clustered about Maddie, peered down her neckline, and conversed volubly in rapid Italian. Other diners observed this drama with bemuse-ment. Zoe Kohler wished she were elsewhere.
Finally their meals were served. Maddie sampled one of her oysters. The waiters watched anxiously.
'Magnified' she cried, kissing the tips of her fingers.
They relaxed with grins, bowed, clapped each other on the shoulder.
'So-so,' Maddie said to Zoe Kohler in a low voice. 'The oysters are a bit mealy, but those dolts were so sweet, I didn't have the heart… Want to try one?'
'Oh no! Thank you.'
'Still popping the pills, kiddo?'
'I take vitamins,' Zoe said stiffly. 'Food supplements.'
Maddie finished the oysters, sat back beaming.
'Not bad,' she admitted. 'Not the greatest, but not bad. By the way,' she added, 'this is on me. I should have told you; maybe you'd have ordered a steak.'
'We'll go Dutch,' Zoe said.
'Screw that. I have a credit card from Harry's company. This is a business lunch in case anyone should ask.' She laughed.
She had another martini while waiting for her veal. Zoe had another glass of white wine. Then their entrees were served.
'Beautiful,' Maddie said, looking down at her plate. 'You've got to order for color as well as taste. Isn't that a symphony?'
'It looks nice.'
Maddie dug in, sampled a slice of veal. She closed her eyes.
'I'm coming,' she said. 'God, that's almost as good as a high colonic.' She attacked her lunch with vigor. 'Sweetie,' she said, while masticating, 'I never asked you about your divorce. Never. Did I?'
'No, you never did.'
'If you don't want to talk about it, just tell me to shut my yap. But I'm curious. Why the hell did you and what's-his-name break up?'
'Kenneth.'
'Whatever. I thought you two had the greatest love affair since Hitler and Eva Braun. That's the way your letters sounded. What happened?'
'Well… ah…' Zoe Kohler said, picking at her salad, 'we just drifted apart.'
'Bullshit,' Madeline Kurnitz said, forking veal into her mouth. 'Can I guess?'
'Can I stop you?' Zoe said.
'No way. My guess is that it was the sex thing. Am I right?'
'Well… maybe,' Zoe said in a low voice.
Maddie stopped eating. She sat there, fork poised, staring at the other woman.
'He wanted you to gobble ze goo?' she asked.
'What?'
'Chew on his schlong,' Maddie said impatiently.
Zoe looked about nervously, fearing nearby diners were tuned in to this discomfiting conversation. No one appeared to be listening.
'That was one of the things,' she said quietly. 'There were other things.'
Maddie resumed eating, apparently sobered and solemn. She kept her eyes on her food.
'Sweetie,' she said, 'were you cherry when you got married?'
'Yes.'
'After all I told you at school?' Maddie said, looking up angrily. 'I tried to educate you, for God's sake. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Well, how was it?'
'How was what?'
'The wedding night, you idiot. The first bang. How was it?'
'It wasn't the greatest adventure I've ever had,' Zoe Kohler said dryly.
'Did you make it?'
'He did. I didn't, no.'
Maddie stared long and thoughtfully at her.
'Have you ever made it?'
'No. I haven't.'
'What? Speak up. I didn't hear that.'
'No, I haven't,' Zoe repeated.
They finished their food in silence. Maddie pushed her plate away, belched, relighted the butt of her cigarillo. She looked at Zoe with narrowed eyes through a plume of smoke.
'Poor little scut,' she said. 'Sweetie, I know this wonderful woman who treats women like-'
'There's nothing wrong with me,' Zoe Kohler said hotly.
'Of course there isn't, luv,' Maddie said soothingly. 'But it's just a shame that you're missing out on one of the greatest pleasures of this miserable life. This woman I know holds classes. Small classes. Five or six women like you. She explains things. You have discussions about what's holding you back. She gives you exercises and things to do by yourself at home. She's got a good track record for helping women like you.'
'It's not me,' Zoe Kohler burst out. 'It's the men.'
'Uh-huh,' Maddie said, squashing the cigarillo butt in an ashtray. 'Let me give you this woman's name.'
'No,' Zoe said.
Maddie Kurnitz shrugged. 'Then let's have some coffee,' she suggested. 'And some rich, thick, fattening dessert.'
She was conscious of other things happening to her. Not only the acceleration of time, and the increasing intrusion of the past into the present so that memories of ten or twenty years ago had the sharp vividness of the now. She was also beginning to see reality in magnified close-ups, intimate and revealing.
She had seen the pores in Maddie's nose, the nubby twist of Mr. Pinckney's tweed suit, the fine grain of the paper money in her purse. But not only the visual images. All her senses seemed more alert, tender and receptive. She heard new sounds, smelled new odors, felt textures that were strange and wonderful.
All of her was becoming more perceptive, open and responsive to stimuli. It seemed to her that she could hear the sounds of colors and taste the flavor of a scent. She twanged with this new sensitivity. She saw herself as raw, touched by life in marvelous and sometimes frightening ways.
She wondered that if this growing awareness increased, she might not develop X-ray vision and the ability to communicate with the dead. A universe was opening up to her, unfolding and spreading like a bloom. It had never
