“I’ll call you in a day or two to come over here so we can go through the fact-checking and my notes. Can you bring your laptop and make any changes on the spot?”

“Sure, I can.”

“I’ll be in touch, then.” The woman hung up.

Kelli flung herself in front of a taxi and headed for home. She couldn’t wait to tell David.

Chapter 58

58

Peter met Hattie after school, and they walked down to Second Avenue and got a cab uptown. He took her hand. “Are you still sure this is what you want to do?”

“Are you against it?” she asked, looking alarmed.

“No. If it’s what you want, I’m all for it. I just want to be sure you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” she said.

They got out at the corner nearest the clinic and walked upstairs. There was a friendly-looking waiting room with landscapes on the walls and current magazines, not all of them for women. Hattie gave the assumed name she was using to the receptionist and came and sat next to Peter.

“I’ve got the titles finished and in the movie,” he said. “It’s as good as it’s ever going to be now.” He told her this to keep her mind off where she was.

“That’s wonderful. What are you going to do with it?”

“Nothing, just yet. Dad thinks I should wait a couple of years before submitting it to anyone.”

“Why?”

“He thinks the publicity it might produce wouldn’t be a good thing for me right now.”

“I’m not sure he’s right,” Hattie said. “The Sundance festival is soon, and I think your film ought to be in it. If you wait a couple of years, someone else might do a similar film, and that would take away from yours.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Peter said.

“Anyway, you’ll be at Yale by the time the film gets released, and that’s a kind of insulation.”

“You could be right,” Peter said. “I’ll talk to Dad about it.”

“Miss Springer?” a woman’s voice said.

Hattie didn’t react until Peter squeezed her hand.

“Oh, yes,” she said, standing up.

“Please follow me.”

Hattie kissed Peter on the forehead and followed the woman from the room.

Peter sat and thought about what Hattie had said, and he realized that sending the completed film to Centurion would be an enormous relief to him. It was the natural thing to do after completing the work. He began to think about the details of doing that.

Kelli Keane arrived at the Condé Nast building and found the floor for Vanity Fair. Karen Kohler appeared in reception, shook her hand, gave her a broad smile, and took her to her office in the editorial department.