'Who?'
'Nadia Boulanger. She's a famous music teacher in Paris.
I'm very lucky. I won a scholarship, too.'
'Jennifer - you're going to Paris?'
'I've never seen Europe. I'm really excited about it.'
I took her by the arms and pulled her towards me. 'Hey
- how long have you known this?'
Jenny looked down at her feet. 'Oliver, don't be stupid.
We can't do anything about it. After we finish university,
you'll go your way and I'll go mine. You'll go to law
school—'
'Wait a minute! What are you talking about?'
She looked into my eyes. 'Ollie, you're a rich Preppie.
Your old man owns a bank. My father's a baker in Cranston,
Rhode Island . . . and I'm nobody.'
'What does that matter? We're together now. We're happy.'
'Ollie, don't be stupid,' she repeated. 'Harvard is full of
all kinds of different people. You study together, you have
fun together. But afterwards you have to go back to where
you belong.'
'We belong together. Don't leave me, Jenny. Please.'
'What about my scholarship? What about Paris?'
'What about our marriage?'
'Who said anything about marriage?' said Jenny in
surprise.
'Me. I'm saying it now.'
'Why?'
I looked straight into her eyes.