May 29 was smothered in rain and gusty winds. It was also the day of The Frick Collection’s annual garden party. A friend and I have attended and enjoyed the party for years. Given the weather, I emailed him: Are we crazy? I was angling for him to suggest we not go. I’m so glad he didn’t. The Frick came up trumps. The Collection was turned into a vast indoor party. We parked ourselves on a bench in the Garden Court, under the gaze of a statue of a nymph and ate delicious hors d’oeuvres. Like most museums the Frick doesn’t serve red wine because it stains. So we made do with champagne.
May 30 was another rainy day. I waded through a gutter or two to keep a dinner engagement at the National Arts Club. Once there, it was worth it. The Club has a warm, luscious atmosphere, especially welcoming on a cold, wet night. Lovely art work in the dining room, in addition to fine food and wine. Is there anything more conducive to interesting conversations?
Graphic Lessons: What do a thirty-four-year old, a nine-year-old and an eighteen-year-old have in common? Murder.
Millie Fitzgerald applies for a private school teaching job, faints on a dying man in the school kitchen, deals with a troubled nine-year-old and with the eighteen-year-old niece of the murdered man.
Graphic Lessons: Nine-year-old Dana is the only witness who overhears a person fighting with George Lopez, the soon to be stabbed Windsor School kitchen worker. Who can she tell? Her mother who never listens or accuses her of lying? Her father who’s started a new family in Singapore? She tells Millie.
Graphic Lessons: NYPD Detective Steve Kulchek is assigned the murder case at the prestigious Windsor School. What’s bugging him? His partner being stabbed ? His hated boss, Captain Dick Holbrook, being a trustee of the Windsor School? Losing his girlfriend to Holbrook?