Tender Is The Night
An unfamiliar impatience settled over Dick; suddenly Nicole said: “It seemed too bad to leave Rosemary like that — do you suppose she’ll be all right?”
“Of course. She could take care of herself anywhere — ” Lest he belittle Nicole’s ability to do likewise, he added, “After all, she’s an actress, and even though her mother’s in the background, she has to look out for herself.”
“She’s very attractive.”
“She’s an infant.”
“She’s attractive though.”
They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.
“She’s not as intelligent as I thought,” Dick offered.
“She’s quite smart.”
“Not very, though — there’s a persistent aroma of the nursery.”
“She’s very — very pretty,” Nicole said, in a detached, emphatic way, “and I thought she was very good in the picture.”
“She was well directed. Thinking it over, it wasn’t very individual.”
“I thought it was. I can see how she’d be very attractive to men.”
His heart twisted. To what men? How many men?
