It remained a mystery to Juliana why Gordon cared so obsessively about his father’s good opinion. He didn’t really care about money, he had no reason to care whether his father hired him in the family business. Gordon was an impressive young man; in fact, all his grades were high, he could get work elsewhere, perhaps where he’d be more valued. Nor did he care about social standing, whatever that was.

Clothes, possessions—not of much interest to him. Most of his clothes were purchased at Brooks Brothers, not because they were fashionable and attractive in a preppy way, but out of a failure of imagination. He didn’t own a car, he took taxis when needed. Why he had fallen in love with her—Juliana could not fathom.

Well, to the superficial/male eye, Juliana was highly attractive. Chestnut hair, wide-spaced eyes, strong cheekbones, even, white teeth. Her laughter was startled-sounding, childlike. Nothing particularly amused her, and so everything was funny. Though she was not an alcoholic (she was certain) she’d acquired the blurred affability of the alcoholic, to whom not much other than alcohol matters, an air both self-reliant and seductive. Juliana could not become emotionally involved with anyone; thus it seemed to others that she was no risk, she exhibited no needs, hunger. She would not break down in tears over a misunderstanding, she would not demand more than another could give, she would not succumb to moods. Other young women, recognizing Gordon Kechel’s (literal) worth, had pursued him; Juliana had not.

Though she did not love her fiancé, still less was she in love with him, Juliana had come to depend upon Gordon Kechel. He was one of those who would never discover her secret, essential life—he wasn’t that perceptive, or curious; certainly, he wasn’t possessive. And Juliana was flattered by his interest in her, his apparent devotion. The rich man’s son, interested in her.

She did not want a relationship that was emotionally draining, with a more vital, inquisitive man. She did not want a profound sexual experience. Why was wanting a desirable state?—Juliana could not comprehend. But she was happy in Gordon’s presence, as in the presence of a protective older brother. She felt elemental, less duplicitous. He would never even notice alcohol on her breath, if she had time to disguise it. He takes me for what he thinks I am. He doesn’t look further.

She told her fiancé neither truth nor lies but what he wanted to hear, and what he told her, she scarcely heard except to murmur Yes! I see.

“My father wants to meet you, Juliana! He’s making a special trip.”

Juliana smiled as if happily. Telling herself it was only natural, no need for alarm.

And inevitable. Inescapable.

Mr. Kechel was staying at the dignified old Commodore Hotel downtown. A suite, for two nights. He wanted to take Gordon and Juliana to dinner in the hotel, meeting them for drinks at the hotel bar beforehand.