knocked or rang. We all knew if the hall door was locked that he wasnât receiving.â Her brown eyes, which had been averted, turned to me. âWhat youâre thinking wasnât so, Mark. Sex was a thing of the past with Nikos. Because of his heartâwell, he was afraid. I meanâwell, thatâs what I mean.â
âSuppose you try saying all of what you mean,â I said.
She looked like a puzzled little child when that frown creased her forehead. âIâve been with Nikos for almost two years,â she said, âsleeping, most of the time, in a room right next to him or near him. So, if he had ideas he wanted to make notes onâwell, like I told you. But in all that time, Mark, he never put a hand on meâexcept maybe a little pat on the shoulder if he helped me on with a coat or something. Nothing sexy; no mauling or pawing. And I never saw any dirty-old-Mansville routines with any of the other girls. He liked to have us around; he loved youth; I think he must have been a pretty lusty kid when he was young. But he wasnât young now. He didnât look it, you know, but he was seventy-five.â
He hadnât looked any age, I thought; a great, fat Buddha.
âI think like it was maybe after his heart trouble started, which was long before me, that he got interested in womenâs fashions. Itâs not like the dressmaking business your hard-up aunt used to go into in the old days. Itâs a whole world in itself, you know?â
âVaguely,â I said.
âOh, itâs a great deal more than clothes and accessoriesâcarefully matching dresses, cosmetics, and hairdos. Itâs what you do, and where you go and what you own. Women who make the fashion scene, like Dodo Faraday, are photographed in Rome, in Acapulco, in Antigua; theyâre shown reading expensive art books, talking Italian to Italians; they get their pictures taken leaving such In-places as La Grenouille, Le Mistral, or one or two other glamor haunts where they go for lunch and eat only a plate of hors dâoeuvres. You see what I mean?â
âKeep coming,â I said.
âThis fashion world, Markâitâs a symbol of youth, of better education, of wealth, of a special kind of sophistication, of a kind of special know-how. You donât make the list of Ten Best-Dressed Women just by wearing the best clothes. You have to have the right attitudes, involve yourself in the right activities, and own the right possessions.â
âYou ought to write a book,â I said.
âI couldâif I could like write,â she said. âI was sixteen when I became a model; I was eighteen when Nikos took me out of that and made me hisâhisââ
âSecretary,â I reminded her.
âIâm trying to be honest with you, Mark! IâI was a kind of special kind of model for him, if you see what I mean.â
âNot yet.â
âThe designer heâs interested inâitâs Max now, but there have been a lot of others before Maxâwould produce the designs and a few samples of a new collection. Like thereâd be a see-through evening gown. âTry it, Jan,â heâd say to me. So Iâd put on the dress and go to his rooms. I didnât just strut around, you understand. It would be sort of like a date; weâd talk, and maybe have dinner or a champagne supper, and all the time heâd be lookingââ
âAt you through the dress,â I said.
âThatâs from Dullsville,â she said. âHe always said you could never tell about a dress a model parades on the runway at a showing. How would it be if you wore it âoutâ somewhere? So I wore them for himâmaybe a whole evening. And then heâd thank me very politely and say, âTell them yes,â or âTell them no, it doesnât send me.â One time a big French designer did a whole line of sleep thingsâlittle
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