Thanks to Donald Bain for the wonderful characters George Sutherland and Eli Hemminger. Thanks to Stephanie for her encouragement to me to keep writing. Thanks to Stephanie and Anne for their help in editing and suggestions and of course, for each writing their own beautiful versions of relationship between George and Jessica. Enjoy!

WINDOW OF MURDER

by SarahB

Eli Hemminger exited the uptown subway station and ran the rest of the way to Manhattan University. He was late for a meeting with Professor Fletcher and he knew she had no tolerance for tardiness. Besides wanting to discuss his graduate thesis with her, he was always pleased to see her. She had been his teacher for only one semester at Schoolman College in Indiana, but they had kept in touch and he considered her to be his friend, as well as his mentor. They had been through a lot together during that one short semester when she was a guest lecturer and he felt forever bonded with her – they survived a destructive tornado and then solved a murder together. It was also spending time with her that lead him to the realization that he wanted to become a mystery writer.

He was more than pleased that she was helping him with his thesis and his manuscript. He slid in to Jessica’s office and managed to knock a stack of books to the floor and turn over her cup of tea.

“Eli! Must you always make such a dramatic entrance?” she exclaimed. She looked at him fondly. She thought he was a cute young man, with his tall lanky body, dark hair and bright blue eyes.

Sheepishly, he began to re-stack the books while she mopped up the tea.

“Geeze, I’m sorry Professor F. I promise not to do it again. I guess I was worried about being late. I know how you hate that,” he replied, while trying to avoid eye contact with her.

“Really, Eli,” She shook her head but chuckled. “Do you have the new section of your thesis for me today?” Jessica asked.

She got up to pour more hot water into her cup from the small hot pot on her file cabinet. She did not have classes on Fridays, but since midterms were approaching, she had made herself available for several of her students that afternoon. "Eli, a cup of tea?" she offered.

“No, thank you. You know the one thing I'm never late with is my work for you to review. I think it is coming along pretty good. I mean, pretty well.”

“I'm pleased for you. I'll spend some time on this weekend. Tonight, I am going to the opening night gala at the Met and I still have to get home in time to get ready.”

“Oh, could I tag along?” Eli asked eagerly.

“Silly. We don’t have a ticket for you plus I doubt that you have a tuxedo in that backpack of yours...of course, you never cease to amaze me. Do you?” she laughed.

“Got a hot date?” he laughed.

“Eli, don't be impudent. I’m going with my publisher and his wife.”

“Oh, cool, I’ve never been to the opera.”

“Okay, let’s go then. I still owe you a treat for staying at my apartment the last time I went to London, so we’ll make plans to go soon,” she conceded.

He grinned. “Deal. Now can I help you with anything?”

"Unplug my hot pot, while I pack my briefcase. I'm so glad it's the weekend!"

"I am too, Professor F," he agreed.

“Walk out with me and hail a cab for me,” Jessica said.

“Okay, but can we meet again before next week? I’m anxious to get more done.”

“Email me and we’ll set a date. Thanks, Eli.”

They gave each other a quick hug before she got in the cab. It had been a bonus of living in Manhattan over the last year to be able to take Eli under her wing since he was attending graduate school at NYU. He had managed to graduate with honors from Schoolman and she felt that he was on his way to becoming an accomplished author. He had talked about getting a PhD and perhaps going into teaching as well. She felt immense pride in him and had a fondness in her heart for him as well. She had started to think of him as a son. She loved working with him and he definitely kept her on her toes. He regularly did the favor of apartment sitting for her, although she suspected that it was she who was doing him the favor because she knew he shared a tiny eighth floor walk-up apartment on the lower east side with three other young men.

Jessica got home with just enough time for a shower and to reapply her makeup before the Buckleys were scheduled to pick her up. Her publisher Vaughan Buckley and his wife Olga were among her closest friends in New York City. She was thrilled that Vaughan had invited her to join them this evening. They were going to Daniel for their pre-opera dinner and then to opening night at the Metropolitan Opera. It was a gala performance so there were to be a number of her favorite performers there, including her favorite soprano Renatta Foster, mezzo Sally Grant and baritone Thomas Hampton. She was also looking forward to the post-performance dance. As was custom, the Met Guild was hosting a dance in Damrosche Park next to the Met.

Vaughan had offered to get a fourth ticket for an escort for her, but she had declined. Her best friend Seth Hazlitt from Cabot Cove didn’t care for opera and her good friend George Sutherland couldn’t get away from London at this time of the year. The thought of George caused her to sigh. She would give anything to spend the evening with him, dancing in his arms. She didn’t like admitting that there was more than friendship between them. He had astonished her several years before by proclaiming his love for her when she visited him at his home in Wick, Scotland. She didn’t want a commitment, especially to a man who lived across the Atlantic Ocean! She found herself daydreaming about their rendezvous over the last few years. She was thinking of him too often for her own comfort lately. Still, he did make her pulse race. Jess, stop thinking of George and concentrate.

Jessica continued to get ready for the evening. She put on her new Christian Dior gown and admired herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. It was of soft gold satin with a beaded bodice and gently flowing skirt. It had spaghetti straps and she chose a gold gauze wrap to wear with it as well as soft gold high heels that were a perfect match. She wore a simple gold necklace with matching gold and diamond chandelier earrings. The color of the jewelry and dress accented her complexion and her golden blonde hair. She felt truly elegant and beautiful. She thought it was the perfect outfit for the Met Gala. Although she wasn’t trying to compete, she knew that tonight she would hold her own against Olga Buckley, a former model, who was well turned out every day. Maybe the handsome Thomas Hampton would ask me for a spin on the dance floor.

At precisely 6:00 p.m., Vaughan and Olga pulled up in front of Jessica’s building on 57^th Street in their black limousine. Her doorman held the door for her while she climbed in.

“You look beautiful!” both Buckleys exclaimed simultaneously, after they greeted each other.

“Thank you, you both look beautiful too,” she laughed.

Olga, of course, looked gorgeous. She was over six feet tall and at sixty still looked thirty. She wore a black and white sleeveless gown. The gown was mostly white satin, but had black embroidery all over the bodice and skirt. She chose diamond jewelry to accent the ensemble. It was clear that Vaughan didn’t hold back when it came to jewelry for his wife.

They arrived at Daniel on east 65^th Street, a beautiful French restaurant on the Upper East Side, and were seated promptly. The elegant restaurant was full of Manhattanites, who were obviously moving on to festive events after dinner. Throughout the room, all the ladies and gentlemen were dressed to the nines. The Buckleys stopped several times on the way to their table to greet friends. Jessica spotted a few acquaintances as well and waved to them across the room. She was feeling a little overwhelmed at the thought of being out with Manhattan society. She was already enjoying herself thoroughly.

For her main course, she chose to have the Fricassée of Dover Sole with hazelnuts, green asparagus and Oregon Morel Jus. It was scrumptious. She passed on the temptation for dessert, although Daniel’s pastry chef was among the best, but enjoyed a cappuccino. Normally she didn’t drink coffee after lunch, but she knew this would be a long and exciting evening and she didn’t want to miss a minute of it.

The limo dropped them off at the edge of the Lincoln Center plaza. Jessica felt very glamorous arriving in full evening regalia against the backdrop of the beautiful Lincoln Center fountain and the Metropolitan Opera House. They arrived at their seats just in time for the 8:00 curtain. Their seats were incredible. Vaughan, not known for scrimping, had arranged for them to join other friends in a Parterre Box. From their seats, she could see some of the rich and famous of New York in other Parterre seats and down below in the orchestra. She was excited to see Bonnie Clark, a famous Broadway and cabaret star, on the second row of the orchestra. She suspected that she was sitting in the most expensive seat at the Met.

Jessica watched the Austrian crystal chandeliers begin to rise to the 24-karat gold leaf ceiling, a sign that it was time for the performance to begin. She sat back with anticipation of the thrilling performances. She felt herself smiling throughout the evening. Every performer was magnificent and she was especially excited to hear Thomas Hampton and Renatta Foster sing “Lippen Schweigen Die Lustige Witwe” from The Merry Widow, one of the most romantic opera songs she knew and of course, it caused her to momentarily think of George. She had been exposed to more opera since living in Manhattan and she loved Rodelinda and Otello, but her favorites were the more comedic fare such as The Merry Widow and Der Rosenkavalier. Sally Grant and Renatta Foster had performed a number as Octavian and The Marschalin from Der Rosenkavalier.

The patrons made their way to Damrosche Park in Lincoln Center after the performance. It was indeed a festive site. The Met Opera Guild had erected a huge tent and there was a large wooden dance floor and a big band was playing a variety of classic waltz and 1940s standards. The entire tent was glowing with candlelight and red and white roses adorned every table. Champagne was flowing freely. Jess had once been to a State Dinner at the White House with a senator from Maine and this was every bit its equal.

Vaughan and Olga took the dance floor right away. Jess’ wish came true when she was escorted to the floor by Mr. Hampton to dance to a Sinatra tune. She was all smiles and was thrilled to tell him that she had all of his recordings. He charmed her by singing part of the song into her ear. She danced a few more times with other gentlemen and Vaughan as well and then took a breather. She and Olga excused themselves to join the long line for the ladies’ powder room.

“Jess, would you mind stepping outside with me for a minute?” Olga asked.

“Sure, but why?” she asked.

“Well, I’d like to smoke a cigarette. I know, I know, don’t lecture me. It’s a habit I’ve been trying to break for years.”

“Okay, but just this once. I could use a little fresh air anyway - so don’t blow smoke at me!” she laughed.

They stepped outside and joined a dozen other smokers. Thankfully, there was a light breeze and the area wasn’t too smoky. Jessica’s deceased husband Frank had been a pipe smoker and she had actually enjoyed that, but she couldn’t tolerate cigarette smoke. She looked around at the smokers. It was a mixed group of men and women submitting to their habit. A few of the men were smoking cigars and she detected the smell of a pipe as well. It turned her thoughts first to Frank and then to George, who occasionally indulged in a pipe. She supposed it was one of the things that attracted her to George. Her sense of smell was especially strong and always triggered important and good memories.

She turned away from the rest of the group just as the pipe smoker snuffed out his tobacco and headed back in. She caught a glimpse of the tall man with reddish brown hair and broad shoulders returning inside and thought he actually looked like George. She shook her head and decided that her mind was playing tricks on her.

After Olga finally finished her cigarette, they returned inside the tent. They surveyed the scene for a minute before heading back to their table. It was so festive and beautiful to see all of the color swirling on the dance floor in the soft light. It could not be denied that all were having a marvelous time.

Just as they stepped forward to go to their table, Jessica froze. She saw George Sutherland across the room and in his arms was the singer Sally Grant. She was leaning up against him. Then Jessica saw Sally reach up and plant a full kiss on George's mouth. He didn’t see Jessica looking at him. As a lump formed in her throat and tears stung her eyes, she turned away, not seeing George's attempt at pushing Sally away. She didn’t know what to do.

Olga turned around and stared at her when she realized that Jessica wasn’t following her any longer. She came back to her and took Jess’ hand.

“Jessica, are you all right? Jess?” Olga asked, concerned for her friend.

Jessica stammered to get words out. She finally turned and fled back outside.

Olga followed her. “What is it Jess? You look like you have just seen a ghost. Are you feeling ill?”

“No, I ...” she couldn’t look up and was fumbling in her purse for a tissue. Tears had begun to fall. Jess, stop this! He doesn’t owe you anything.

Olga put her arm around Jess’ shoulders and led her to a bench. They sat for a moment before she inquired again. “What is it? Can I do something for you?”

“I’m sorry, Olga. I’m being ridiculous. I just saw a man I know in there. We’re just friends so I don’t know why seeing him is affecting me like this.”

Olga nodded. “I see. Who is this man? Would you like to talk to him?”

Jessica slowly regained her composure and replied, “No, let’s go back to the powder room and I’ll freshen up and then we’ll find Vaughan. I’m having too much fun tonight to let anything, especially something this silly, spoil it. I don’t know what overcame me.”

They went back inside and Jessica chose a chair that didn’t face the other side of the tent and avoided dancing again. She willed herself to enjoy the rest of the evening.

Vaughan and Olga finally dropped her at her apartment around 2:00 a.m. She checked her voice mail and listened to the two messages. The first was left at 6:15, just after she had left for dinner with the Buckleys.

Jess, it's George. Surprise! I'm calling from here in New York. Sally Grant, the singer, offered me a free ride on a friend's jet from London and a ticket to the gala tonight. I'm sure I'll see you there. I'm longing to see you. Cheers for now, love.

George left a second message at 1:00 a.m.

Jess, it's me again. I guess you didn't get my first message. I looked for you at the gala and I'm so sorry I missed you. I was a bit tied up with Sally's crowd. I'm calling from your apartment lobby, but I guess you're still out. I'm staying at the Carlyle in room 1201. Do call me tomorrow. Good night, Jessica my love.

She was exhausted as she fell into bed but she couldn’t fall asleep for thinking about George. She couldn't believe that she had missed his call. But she was also confused by what she had seen at the gala. For over three years, George had been pursuing her and saying that he loved her. She could understand that he was busy with friends this evening, but why did he kiss another woman? She tried to remind herself that she had repeatedly rejected George's interest in more than friendship from her. She tossed and turned for over an hour. Finally she gave up and turned the light and tried to read. Unable to concentrate, she headed to her kitchen to make herself a cup of chamomile tea. She took her tea and headed to her office. She read her email and did some internet surfing. She nearly dropped her tea cup when an instant message popped up.

InspectorBoy01: JESS?

She stared at the instant message from George. Do I answer it?

InspectorBoy01: I know you’re online Jess. Answer me, please.

MysteryGirl02: Hello George. So did you have fun with Sally?

InspectorBoy01: So you did get my message? I'm sorry I missed you tonight. I can explain.

MysteryGirl02: You don’t owe me an explanation.

InspectorBoy01: Jess, I feel like I do. I’m sorry. I knew you were going to be there. It was very stupid of me not to try harder to find you. Sally and I are old friends and well, she was just a bit monopolizing. I really jumped at her offer of the trip as an opportunity to see you.

MysteryGirl02: Like I said, you don’t owe me an explanation. Goodnight George.

She signed off and sat there for a moment sobbing then logged off her computer and climbed back in bed. She hated succumbing to these feelings of hurt and jealousy. She reminded herself that she didn’t have the right to expect anything from George. She finally cried herself to sleep at 4:30.

Bloody hell, George. Th' quine is pure radge wi' me! (The lady is really mad at me!) You really mucked this up, George. He had been so excited about surprising her by asking her to dance at the gala and now it had all backfired. He was angry with himself for not breaking free of Sally and her group. He logged off and closed his laptop. He lay down and thought more about his instant message conversation with Jessica. He had never felt anger from her before and he was feeling a little confused by it, to say the least.

She awoke to the phone ringing at 7:00 a.m. She almost didn’t answer it, but Seth was in the habit of calling early and she knew he would worry and jump to conclusions if she didn’t answer.

“Hello?” she said with a heavy voice.

“Professor F., it’s me, Eli. I’m really sorry to wake you. But I need to get away from my apartment. Can I come up?”

“Oh hi, Eli. Where are you?” she asked as she sat up in bed.

“I’m downstairs. There’s trouble back at my place and I don’t know what to do.”

“Come on up.” She pulled on her robe again. She called the doorman downstairs and told him that it was okay for Eli to come up.

She waited for him at the front door. She peeked thru the peep hole to make sure that it was him when the bell finally rang.

“Eli, what on earth?” she asked.

He stepped past her and into the living room.

“Can we have some coffee first and then I’ll fill you in? Geeze, you don’t look well. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Eli, it’s okay, you know you can come to me for anything. It was just a late night and I didn’t sleep much. I’ll make coffee and then we can talk.”

After the coffee finished brewing, she called him into the kitchen so he could fix his own cup. She leaned against the counter while she watched him add several spoons full of sugar to his mug.

“Do you want some toast?” she asked, deciding that she needed something to settle her upset stomach. It’s no wonder I have an upset stomach, she said to herself grumpily.

“No, thanks though.”

By the look of him, Jessica could tell something was terribly wrong. They sat down at her kitchen table and he began to tell her the news.

He put his head in his hands and then looked up. “My roommate James committed suicide sometime last night or maybe early this morning. Well, I don’t actually know when. I didn’t even wake up when it happened. He jumped out of the front window onto 2^nd Avenue. I didn’t even know he was depressed.”

Jessica responded by putting her hand on his. “Oh Eli, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks, Prof, the thing is, and this is why I really came to you, the detective handling this doesn’t think it was a suicide. James didn’t leave a note and didn’t seem depressed. The detective questioned me for the longest time and the other guys Mark and Victor didn’t come home at all. I don’t bother with their schedules. We just come back and forth as we feel like it - mostly it’s just a place to sleep. But James and I had become sort of friends since we actually shared the same room and sometimes we went to dinner together. Anyway, who would do something like this? I didn’t, wouldn’t kill anybody!” His voice caught and he struggled to keep from crying.

Jess pulled her chair closer to Eli’s and took him in his arms. She knew he was still so young and had so much growing up to do, but nobody should have to face this. He put his head on her shoulder and began feel calmer.

“Professor? Thanks, I needed that.”

“Listen, Eli, I don't think you should go back to your apartment. You shouldn’t be on your own during a time like this. Why don't stay in my guest room until this is sorted out?” she suggested.

“Thanks, if you don’t mind, I’d like that very much.”

“Of course, I don’t mind. I’m glad to have you here. And Eli, I think it’s time you started calling me Jessica. I’m not your professor. Besides, it’s a little formal. Okay, let’s take a breather and then we’ll talk more about James later. You know you can count on me for help in this. I need a little more sleep and you should get settled. Did you bring anything with you?”

“I just brought my backpack with my manuscript and books. But the cops said I can go back to the apartment later this afternoon. I don’t know when Vic and Mark will go back or if they even know. I guess I should try to leave them a message or something.”

“Okay, well, use the key I gave you and come and go as you like. I’ll call the front desk and let them know you’ll be staying here for a while.”

“Thanks, Prof, I mean Jessica,” he said and managed a small smile at her. She returned his smile and patted him on the arm. She took her plate and cup to the sink and then headed back down the hall to her room. She closed the door and lay down for a few more hours.

She awoke at 10:30 to the sound of the phone ringing again. She wondered if Eli would answer it, but when it rang three times, she grabbed the receiver.

“Hello?” she said into the phone.

“It's George. Please don’t hang up.”

“Hello, how are you?” she asked in a flat voice.

“I’m well. Thank you, Jessica, for not hanging up.”

“George, I wouldn't do that. I certainly don't blame you for wanting to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman like Sally Grant. You could have at least let me know sooner that you would be there,” she said, trying to hide the bitterness in her voice.

George was silent for a moment, but then responded, “Jessica, please, it’s not like that. I really don’t want to talk about this over the phone. Will you meet me somewhere? Or, better yet, can I come over?”

“Actually, no, you can’t come over. I have company. I suppose I could meet you somewhere for coffee.”

“How about meeting me for lunch at the Carlyle Restaurant?”

“Yes, lunch is fine. I’ll see you at one o’clock.” She hung up and put her hands over her face. I shouldn’t go. I don’t need this. She lay there for a while longer and finally at 11:30 she forced herself to get up. She opened her bedroom door and called out to Eli.

“Eli, are you out there?”

“Yes, I’m here. I’m just reading in the living room.”

“Okay, I’m going to get ready to go out for a while. Please make yourself at home. There is plenty of food in the refrigerator so have a sandwich or whatever you like.”

Jessica showered, fixed her hair and put on a royal blue suit. Her eyes looked tired so she applied a little extra makeup to try to disguise the dark circles. The last thing she wanted was for George to know that she had lost sleep over him. She told Eli that she would see him later. He seemed okay. She knew he needed to talk about his friend but she needed to talk to George first and resolve her confusing emotions once and for all.

The doorman hailed a yellow cab for her and she told the driver to take her to the Carlyle at East 76^th and Madison Avenue. She arrived twenty minutes early so she went into Bemelmans Bar first. She didn’t want George to think that she was eager to see him, although she had to admit to herself that she was.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. It was a little early for her to have a drink, but perhaps this time it would be courage in a glass. She sipped the wine slowly and looked around the room. It was fairly empty this time of day. She had been to this bar before when George had stayed here. They had also gone to Café Carlyle to catch Bonnie Clark’s cabaret act. She smiled at the fun that they had that evening. The truth was that George was one of her best friends and she couldn't handle the thought of not seeing him again. She didn’t want to admit to him, or to herself, that she felt so strongly for him. She wanted to maintain a status quo with him. Still, as much as she didn’t think he owed her an explanation, she felt that she needed to confront him about him and Sally.

She finished most of the wine and paid her tab, then went into the Carlyle Restaurant. It was a beautiful establishment and meant for quiet, intimate dinners. It had a different feel at lunchtime, but it was still quiet. She saw George sitting in a corner booth. He stood as she walked toward him. Despite herself she gave him a small smile, but backed away when he attempted to greet her with a kiss.

“Jess, I’m so glad to see you. I’ve missed you,” he said, reaching across the table to take her hand.

She pulled her hand away. “It’s good to see you too. And of course, I’ve missed you too. How long are you staying in New York?”

“For at least a week, maybe longer. We just finished the annual reports to Parliament so I’m able to take some time off. Since I had a free ride here, I didn’t bother to buy a return ticket yet,” he said.

She nodded at him, but didn’t say anything.

“Who is your company? Is Seth visiting?” he asked lightly.

“No, it’s my student Eli. He has encountered a bit of trouble with his living arrangement.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I know you’re quite fond of the lad.”

“Yes, I am indeed.” She decided not to tell him all about Eli’s current troubles. She wasn’t here for just a friendly chat, although she desperately wanted to move closer to George in the booth, suddenly feeling it difficult to resist her attraction to him. To hell with this restraint, Jess. No, keep your head on straight, Jess.

They ordered a light lunch and made small talk. Jess sipped on another glass of white wine while George had his usual scotch on the rocks. He finally launched into his explanation after the food arrived.

“Jessica, please accept my apology for last night. I never intended for that to happen. It was stupid of me not to try harder to find you. I really have no excuse,” he stammered a bit.

She regarded him, but didn’t say anything,

"I’m dying inside because I can see that I’ve hurt you. I love you, Jessica."

She kept her gaze on him and the fire in her blue eyes was disconcerting to George. When she still didn't say anything, he continued on.

“You see, Sally has been a friend for years. She was just fun to be with sometimes when she came to London to sing at Convent Garden. As I've told you before, the moment I met you that day in Brown’s, I fell in love with you. I haven’t been out with Sally since, or any other woman for that matter. I just got caught up in Sally’s group last night and it was a bit awkward to get away.”

Jessica said quietly, “George, I saw you kiss her. It didn’t look like you were just friends last night.”

“Well, uh, yes. I didn't realize you saw me at all, much less that. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“If you say so,” she replied.

“I do say so. Honestly, it meant nothing. Sally is a big flirt and well, you obviously did not see me push her away, Jessica. ”

“George, it doesn't matter as I have no hold on you. You certainly don’t owe me your fidelity,” Jess said.

“Jessica. I know I could have...should have tried harder to find you. I wanted to and I know I don't have a good excuse. And I am faithful to you always. I told you almost four years ago that I'm in love with you and I think I’ve been pretty patient.”

“I see. And yes, you have been patient. But, I’ve told you that I’m not ready for that kind of a relationship, with you or anybody for that matter,” she paused, and then raised her voice almost too loudly as she threw down her napkin, “God, I don’t like this at all. I don’t care if you see someone else. It was just that all day yesterday I was wishing that we could have been together last night. You have always said you loved me and when I saw you and Sally kissing, I just overreacted. I have always thought of you as one of my best friends and I enjoy spending time with you. I’m sorry it can’t be more. This is all too confusing for me.”

“Jess, you contradict yourself with every sentence,” he pointed out a little too bitterly.

“Well, maybe I do, but that’s the way it is. I’m sorry I can’t offer you more. I think I should say goodbye for now. Maybe we can have dinner before you leave for London,” she said and grabbed her purse and hurried out of the restaurant. Well, that didn't go well. Now I know how I really feel. Now he knows how I really feel.

Fortunately, he had already arranged for the bill to go on his room tab so he ran after her. He caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

“Jessica, come with me now,” George insisted, as he pulled her to the elevator. Her pulse was racing and she made only a mild attempt to resist, a fact which she was sure wasn't lost on George. He continued to hold her arm firmly in the elevator and when they reached the 12^th floor, he escorted her down the hallway to his suite. Once inside, he slammed the door and pulled her to him. He kissed her passionately and she surprised herself by responding. She kissed him back just as deeply. They stood there for what seemed like ages, kissing each other over and over. His hands roamed over her and she dropped her purse to the floor and clutched him, rubbing his shoulders and neck. Finally, she pushed away.

“George!” she said breathlessly.

“See I knew it!” he grinned. "Now, do you doubt that there’s ever anyone but you?”

“No, George, you’ve thoroughly convinced me,” she said, with a little catch in her voice.

He pulled her across the room and they sat on the sofa together. He kissed her again and gathered her into a tight embrace.

“Jess, I don’t ever want to lose you. Please don't ever doubt how I feel about you. I must have you in my life, whether as a friend or a lover. I’m truly sorry I hurt you and I’ll never do anything like that again.”

“The truth is that I do love you, George, as if you couldn’t tell by my ridiculous jealous behavior. I didn't want to admit it even to myself,” she whispered, feeling comfortable in his arms. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more right now. I’ve never had another man in my life besides Frank and I'm not sure how to handle it. I’m afraid of us being so far apart all the time and I’m afraid of giving up my life here and in Cabot Cove.”

“I’m not asking you to give up anything, just please include me as much as possible and I promise to include you,” he responded, stroking her hair and kissing her again. He whispered, “I want you so much, Jessie.”

“I...I’m just not ready, George,” she said softly, looking away from him. "One step at a time."

“I accept that. I’ll be here when you are ready, Jess.”

They clung to each other for the next hour or so. Jessica actually fell asleep in George’s arms. The effect of two glasses of wine and the emotional stress mixed with the effects of a mostly sleepless night had exhausted her. George had helped her out of her shoes and jacket. She slept on her side with her head in his lap while he stroked her shoulders and back. It was the most relaxed she had felt in months. She awoke almost two hours later.

“Jess, tell me more about Eli. What happened now?” he asked, still holding her in his arms.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Poor Eli. What time is it?” she responded, sitting up.

“It’s about five. You needed a good rest. Feel better?”

“Yes, I do,” she said as she leaned forward and gave him a kiss. I could get used to this, she smiled to herself.

“It’s good to see you smile. Your smile is like sunshine to me.”

“You’re a sweet talker, George Sutherland. I really need to go now to check on Eli.”

“Why don’t you just call him first?” he suggested.

“Good idea.” She stood up and stretched, then walked over to the phone and dialed her own phone number. When there was no answer, she hung up and dialed Eli’s cell number.

Eli, this is Jessica. I’m just calling to check on you. I was detained longer than I planned with my meeting and I’m not sure when I’ll be home. Again, please make yourself at home. I’m turning on my cell phone so please call me when you get a chance and let me know what you’re up to.

“So, what about Eli?” George asked as Jessica joined him back on the sofa.

“It’s horrible. Apparently, one of his roommates, James, committed suicide last night by jumping out their window. Eli was home but didn’t hear anything. He has two other roommates but as of 7:00 this morning, they had not been home. I gather that’s not unusual for this generation. I hear tales from my students about staying out at dance clubs until four or five in the morning. Anyway, according to Eli, James didn’t leave a note and wasn’t acting depressed so the police are investigating it as possible foul play. I don’t feel right about it," Jessica said, shaking her head.

"Did you ever meet James?" George asked.

"No, I didn't. Eli has only lived with these boys for a few months."

"It all sounds very transient."

"It does to me as well. The bottom line is that although Eli didn't know James that well, Eli has had good hunches before when things have been foul, and I tend to think he’s right. Either something drastic happened yesterday to make this young man completely despondent or he was helped out of that window,” she recounted.

“Hmm, if memory serves right, I seem to think that Eli is a lot like you. Trouble follows, eh?” George said.

“Well, yes, I guess you’re right. I’m really worried about him. I told him he could stay with me as long as he needs to. He doesn’t have a family. And yes, I am quite fond of the young man.”

“I think the police are right to investigate this a bit further. Haven’t there been a number of NYU student suicides over the last year? Perhaps this is just made to look like one of those. Did Eli say that James was into drugs or anything?”

“No, he didn’t. But I would be completely surprised by that. Eli doesn’t even drink much less do drugs and doesn’t seem to tolerate such behavior. He said he didn’t know the other two roommates very well, but he and James had become friendly because they shared a room. I don’t like the sound of any of it. It’s hard losing a friend under any circumstances, but suicide is particularly upsetting.”

“I agree. Not good for Eli. Well, perhaps he’ll call soon.”

“Oh, I almost forgot to turn on my cell phone!” She jumped up and ran over to get her purse. She turned on her phone but so far no messages had been logged.

“Do you fancy a walk, George?” she asked.

“Sure, where to?”

“Let’s go to my place so I can change. Let’s get into casual clothes and go to Katz’ Deli for supper.”

“Okay, I’m game. Give me a minute.”

Jessica turned the television on to NY1, the local all news channel, while George changed. A report came on about James’ death. There was nothing reported that she hadn’t already learned from Eli. Apparently, this was the fifth NYU student to jump to death. All were presumed suicides, although none of the students, since the first one, had left notes. Strange, she thought.

George emerged from the bedroom in tan Dockers, a black long sleeve polo shirt and his favorite loafers. Even casually dressed, he looked immaculate. She smiled at him and he responded with a smile. It was good to be together, really together. No doubt about it, I’m in love with him.

From 76^th and Madison, it wasn’t a terribly far walk to Jessica’s midtown apartment building at the Parc Ven Dome on 57^th and 9^th Avenue if they cut through Central Park, but since she was wearing high heels, they opted for a ride in a yellow cab. She changed into beige slacks and a deep purple scoop neck blouse with three quarter sleeves. She accented the blouse with a beige scarf. Eli still had not returned and there was no note or message. She reminded herself that she had told him to come and go as he pleased though, so she attempted not to worry. Knowing him, she decided that he was probably at the NYU library studying.

“So, what’s the best way to get to Katz’ Deli? It’s on the lower east side right? Near Eli’s apartment?” he asked.

“You know me too well, don’t you? Yes, it is close to Eli’s apartment. I haven’t actually been to his place but I know the address. I think via subway will probably be quickest but we don’t have to go that route. I know you don’t care for the subway,” she conceded.

“Well, no I don’t as a matter of fact. I’ll spring for a cab, my dear.”

“Silly, it’s not the money - it’s the practicality of it,” she chided him.

“Of course it is, my ever practical Jessica. Still, I don’t like the thought of you on the subway. Remember where I work: I know what goes on in the subway - or the tube back home,” he lectured.

“Oh, but George, I’m never in trouble,” she said as she gave him a sideways glance.

“Right, I forgot who I was talking to,” he chuckled.

“Okay, you win, yellow cab it is.”

At that moment he grabbed her, leaned her back and planted a very passionate kiss on her lips. He pulled her back up and smiled at her. She was obviously thrown off guard. This new relationship phase is not too bad.

They went down to the lobby and the doorman assisted them in hailing a cab. She gave the driver the name of the deli and the Houston Street address. It was a slow ride all the way from upper midtown down to Houston Street. The cabbie took them down the FDR and they got stuck in traffic. George and Jess rode in silence, just taking in the sights along the way.

Katz Delicatessen claimed to be the oldest deli in New York. It was opened in 1888 and was famous for being the real thing. They were given their “ticket” at the door - they wouldn’t be able to leave without it and would be charged a fine if they lost it. The walls were covered with celebrity pictures and brightly colored signs hung from the ceiling about sending a salami to a soldier. George chose to try one of their famous pastrami sandwiches, while Jess had a turkey sandwich. Both sandwiches came with cole slaw and pickles. There was enough meat on each sandwich to serve a large family.

“I feel like I’ve been here before, Jess,” George surmised.

“Have you ever seen the movie ‘When Harry Met Sally’?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s right. Wasn’t there a certain famous scene filmed here?” he laughed and winked at her.

“Uh, yes, you’re correct,” Jess responded, blushing a little.

George laughed and reached across the table to pat her arm. “Ah, yes, a classic film. So, would you like some dessert? Maybe one of those famous chocolate egg cream sodas?”

“Goodness, no, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat another bite for days. I don’t know why they have such large portions! Let’s pay and walk some of this meal off.”

They remembered to take the ticket to the cash register and exited onto Houston Street. The air outside was crisp and chilly and it was already dark, but they decided to explore the area a little. They turned left on Orchard Street.

“George, this area was originally all tenement buildings - populated by all of those early immigrants coming in through Ellis Island. Some of those tiny apartments held very large families. When one wave of immigrants would move uptown, another would move in. There’s a museum down here that’s quite interesting. Maybe we can check it out together one of these days,” she suggested.

“I’ve never been to Ellis Island. I heard that there is a really nice museum there.”

“I’ve never been to that one but I heard the same thing. Years ago, Frank and I brought Grady to the Statue of Liberty. Grady and Frank climbed all the way to the top of the torch for the view. I remember how excited they were like it was yesterday. We didn’t go to Ellis Island as there wasn’t a museum there at that time.”

“Grady was like a son to you and Frank, wasn’t he?”

“Yes, we desperately wanted our own children but it just never happened. When Grady’s parents died in that car accident, it was painful for Grady but a blessing for us to take him in. I still have a very close relationship with him.”

“Ah, I think you told me that his little boy is named after your Frank? Sounds like a fitting tribute.”

She squeezed his arm, “Yes, indeed. Frank would have adored his little namesake. What about you and Emily? Did you want children?”

“Actually, yes, we did. It didn’t work out for us either.”

“I’m sorry, George. I guess life would have been different for us, huh?”

“True, Jess. Every day I think about Emily but she’s been gone for so long and I moved on a long time ago, when I met you.”

“I understand. I still hurt from Frank’s death, but the pain is not so sharp. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him,” she said.

They walked for another block to Delancey Street and again turned west. When they arrived at 2^nd Avenue, they paused.

“Jess, do you remember Eli’s address? Maybe you should call first.”

“Why don’t I check my messages at home first and then I’ll call. Perhaps he called.” She tried her home number and when there was no answer, she called her machine and put in the code. There were messages from Olga Buckley, Seth Hazlitt and her assistant Cynthia Blythe, but no word from Eli. She called Eli’s cell number but he didn’t answer.

“I’m beginning to really worry about Eli,” she said with a frightened look on her face. “It’s not like him to be completely incommunicado.”

“Let’s ring the buzzer to his apartment and see if there’s anybody home. Maybe his cell phone ran out of battery power or something simple. He doesn’t have a home phone?”

“No, he told me that he just uses the cell since he’s out and about so much and it’s one less bill to share with the other roommates.”

There was no answer on the intercom system of his building, but they found the front door unlocked. They proceeded in cautiously.

“Are you up to climbing eight flights of stairs, George?” she asked.

“I am...if you are,” he responded begrudgingly.

They climbed the stairs slowly and steadily, pausing for a breather after the fourth flight.

“Whew, bloody stairs.”

“George, think of the good exercise we’re getting. I imagine Eli probably takes these two steps at a time,” she said as she caught her breath.

“Well, that may be so, but you and I have some years on young Mr. Eli. I can think of other things that I’d rather be doing to get this out of breath,” he grinned, noticing her blush but ignore his comment.