“Yes. Miss Peters is going to have a salad, and I’m going to have a roast beef sandwich.”
The waitress was studying Alette. Is she jealous of me? Alette wondered. When the waitress left, Alette said, “She’s very pretty. Do you know her well?” Immediately she blushed. I wish I hadn’t asked that.
Richard smiled. “I come here a lot. When I first came here, I didn’t have much money. I’d order a sandwich, and Bernice would bring me a banquet. She’s great.”
“She seems very nice,” Alette said. And she thought, She has fat thighs.
After they had ordered, they talked about artists.
“One day I want to go to Giverny,” Alette said, “where Monet painted.”
“Did you know Monet started out as a caricaturist?”
“No.”
“It’s true. Then he met Boudin, who became his teacher and persuaded him to start painting out of doors. There’s a great story about that. Monet got so hooked on painting out of doors that when he decided to paint a picture of a woman in the garden, with a canvas over eight feet high, he had a trench dug in the garden so he could raise or lower the canvas by pulleys. The picture is hanging at the Musée d’Orsay in Paris.”
The time went by swiftly and happily.
After lunch, Alette and Richard walked around looking at the various exhibits. There were more than forty thousand objects in the collection, everything from ancient Egyptian artifacts to contemporary American paintings.
Alette was filled with the wonderment of being with Richard and her complete lack of negative thoughts. Che cosa significa?
A uniformed guard approached them. “Good afternoon, Richard.”
“Afternoon, Brian. This is my friend, Alette Peters. Brian Hill.”
Brian said to Alette, “Are you enjoying the museum?”
“Oh, yes. It’s wonderful.”
“Richard’s teaching me to paint,” Brian said.
Alette looked at Richard. “You are?”
Richard said modestly, “Oh, I’m just guiding him a little bit.”
“He’s doing more than that, miss. I’ve always wanted to be a painter. That’s why I took this job at the museum, because I love art. Anyway, Richard comes here a lot and paints. When I saw his work, I thought, ’I want to be like him.’ So I asked him if he’d teach me, and he’s been great. Have you seen any of his paintings?”
“I have,” Alette said. “They’re wonderful.”
When they left him, Alette said, “It’s lovely of you to do that, Richard.”
“I like to do things for people,” and he was looking at Alette.
When they were walking out of the museum, Richard said, “My roommate is at a party tonight. Why don’t we stop up at my place?” He smiled. “I have some paintings I’d like to show you.
Alette squeezed his hand. “Not yet, Richard.”
“Whatever you say. I’ll see you next weekend?”
“Yes.”
And he had no idea how much she was looking forward to it.
Richard walked Alette to the parking lot where she had parked her car. He waved good-bye as she drove off.
As Alette was going to sleep that night, she thought, It’s like a miracle. Richard has freed me. She fell asleep, dreaming of him.
At two o’clock in the morning, Richard Melton’s roommate, Gary, returned from a birthday party. The apartment was dark. He switched on the lights in the living room. “Richard?”
He started toward the bedroom. At the door he looked inside and was sick to his stomach.
“Calm down, son.” Detective Whittier looked at the shivering figure in the chair. “Now, let’s go over it again. Did he have any enemies, someone mad enough at him to do this?”
Gary swallowed. “No. Everyone…everyone liked Richard.”
“Someone didn’t. How long have you and Richard lived together?”
“Two years.”
“Were you lovers?”
“For God’s sake,” Gary said indignantly. “No. We were friends. We lived together for financial reasons.”
Detective Whittier looked around the small apartment. “Sure as hell wasn’t a burglary,” he said. “There’s nothing here to steal. Was your roommate seeing anyone romantically?”
“No—Well, yes. There was a girl he was interested in. I think he was really starting to like her.”
“Do you know her name?”
“Yes. Alette. Alette Peters. She works in Cupertino.”