She had a point,you know," Edward commented a few hours later. "Unnecessarily crude, perhaps, but apt. Our public personas frequently do not match our private ones. You, of all people, should know that."
"This isn't about me," I said grumpily. "This is about needing to find more information about the private you.Something I don't already know."
"I have terribly ugly feet."
"Not what I had in mind.And probably untrue anyway."
Edward glanced down at the empty space below his rib cage. "Probably. So, what did you have in mind?"
"A letter,maybe.From Diana.Something that connected your love to your work."
"I rather thought I did that through my paintings."
"You did.I mean, that's what attracted me to you in the first place.Well, o, that was your smile, probably,but the paintings helped. It's just that I need to know more about your muse."
"Ah, darling Ella, the artist's muse is Ego.Nothing more."
"You don't mean that.You married Diana because she made you feel like no one else in the universe ever did or could."
He nodded. "She was extraordinary."
"But not everyone saw that.Your family went nuts.Half of your friends stopped inviting you over, at least for a while."
"Their loss. She was a woman who comes along once in a lifetime.

Autore: Melissa Jensen