“said Evangeline Carrington.“But that’s where every conversation ends up.”“Listen, Peter, I’m in a bookstore.”“What are you doing in a bookstore?”“Buying you a wedding present.”“I have enough books.”Peter was sitting in his office. Books everywhere. And in the outer office, more books. But not just any books: a Shakespeare Second Folio from 1632, a first edition of Adam Smith’s Wealth of Nations, a signed first of Tales of the South Pacific, the rarest Michener, three million dollars worth of bo...oks, all bought, sold, and brokered from the third floor of a Boston bowfront, above an art gallery that was above a restaurant.“If you think I’m getting you golf clubs,” she said, “forget it.”“I’d love a new Callaway driver,” he said. “We can play on the honeymoon. Nice golf courses in France.”“Forget France,” said Evangeline. “I want you to come to New York.”“See? I told you. This is where every conversation ends up. I don’t want to live in New York.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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