In Every Port by Kallmaker Karin

Author:Kallmaker, Karin [Kallmaker, Karin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Suspense, Gay
ISBN: 9780941483346
Google: bJMGAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1931513368
Goodreads: 639543
Publisher: Naiad Press
Published: 2001-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

The City That Never Sleeps

“Bring your tray-tables to their full and upright locked positions.”

Jessica put her book down and put her tray-table up. Next to her Cat was dozing and at Jessica’s touch she started up and fastened her seatbelt.

“That nap did wonders for me,” she said. “I’m ready for this town.”

“I still don’t understand why you had to be the floor manager last night.”

“Because the GM couldn’t care less about my plans. He enjoys making everyone’s life miserable. It’s the way he’s built.”

“Sounds like a sadist.”

“He is. But he pays well.”

Soon they were in a cab heading for the heart of Manhattan.

“I wish the driver spoke English,” Cat said to Jessica, under her breath.

“He understood Regency and I think that’s all that matters.” The driver glanced over his shoulder and smiled broadly at them and they smiled back, glanced at each other and suppressed their nervous giggles.

The time was late for New York, but barely after nine p.m. San Francisco time when they checked in. They borrowed an iron and ironing board from housekeeping and spent the rest of the evening unpacking. They would be there for eight days. As Jessica lay still that night, listening to Cat’s steady breathing, she wondered if it was just her imagination that the room was getting smaller already.

The shared airplane ride had been a dream come true. She had been able to watch Cat sleep. She worried about the way she was mooning over Cat. It wasn’t healthy and it wasn’t going anywhere. She was barely functioning most of the time. And every moment was precious. She wanted to save up a lot of them for the time when Cat would go out of her life.

The next day, Sunday, they started out by hiring a horse-drawn carriage for a ride through Central Park. The trees were gold and green and auburn. The air was cool and crisp and smelled of smoke fire. Jessica sat back and watched Cat play with her camera. The cab driver dropped them at the far side of the park on Fifth Avenue and they went over to Madison and took a bus uptown to the Guggenheim. They started at the top of the spiral like everyone else, strolling along and looking at each painting. Initially their different views on the arts didn’t conflict too much, until they came to a group of cubists.

“I can’t find the Nude,” Jessica said.

“On the staircase, don’t look at it literally.”

“I can’t find the staircase,” Jessica said stubbornly. Actually, she appreciated Duchamp but it was fun to tease Cat.

“It’s a step outside the traditional art. It was breaking down the old barriers, allowing for more freedom of expression. Cubism was the end of the way it used to be,’’ Cat explained, her voice getting brisk.

“What about modernism? What about DeKooning and Pollack? What about them?’’

“You faker.” Cat slapped Jessica’s arm playfully. “You do appreciate modern art.”

“I appreciate it. I don’t necessarily care for it. There is a difference.”

“Yes, there is. I appreciate Bach but I don’t necessarily care for him.

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