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White Tie Affair

“I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.”

Scarlett O’Hara (from Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind)

***Suggestions are funny things. They come at us in numberless ways. They overpower in ways not always seen. This story is about Janina’s reaction to Kit’s suggestion.

It happened a long time ago, and much has occurred since, but relationships have points of origin, hidden vanishings from which portraits are derived. To understand, one must start at the beginning, where a couple establishes the rules.

The pair’s creation stemmed from something Janina read in a paperback book Kit handed her. “Chapter nineteen,” he remarked. It was all he said, just ‘chapter nineteen.’

Janina might not have taken his suggestion seriously if he had not been the most handsome man in her experience. But he was, and she did. What follows is, well, what followed.

Kit forgot the incident, or at least it seemed that way. It meant he had suggested the reading to other women. It implied a recurring fantasy and a threat.

With that in mind, she did not forget. She read. She knew why he flagged the chapter. It was as plain as day and acting on his hint seemed the logical thing.

Apart from the steamy ending, the driven woman mostly ignored the book’s storyline. Other than its boy-meets-girl motif, only chapter nineteen mattered, and it mattered because it affected everything that mattered to her. She decided to carbon-copy the ...

... chapter’s colorful sketch and act out the girl part of the boy-meets-girl theme.

Kit is a university higher-up and a member of the board. Naturally, he attends important events, frequently with the girl of the moment hanging onto his much sought-after arm.

Janina Van Heusen is tonight’s arm-clinging hopeful. The occasion is a white-tie affair, the grand gala of the opening of Columbia University’s new library expansion. Janina prays that the dull observance will furnish her with a room, a chair, and ten minutes of privacy.

Halfway into the interminable speeches, she took Kit’s arm. She subtly urged him away from the throng of tedious society types, the raft of stuffed shirts who regularly appear at these things.

She led him up a flight of stairs. Pretending interest, she looked about the upper floor’s vacant corridors. Eventually, they stepped into an as-yet-unnamed office wing. It smelled of fresh paint; step ladders lurked here and there. To Janina, it was the perfect setting to showcase the girl of his dreams, one worthy of an engagement ring.

She smiled that their departure had gone without a hitch, and a few steps later, an unoccupied conference room presented itself. She led him in under the pretext of viewing the moonlit campus from the privacy of their fifth-floor perch.

Given what she was up to, Janina did not care that her formal attire might prove burdensome. Mimicking the book’s resolute heroine, she wore a hunter-green, one-shoulder frock with a ...