The Weight of Gold
she said, and her voice was not quite steady, which surprised her.
“It was always beautiful,” he said. “It just needed someone to pay attention.”
She stood. He was watching her with the full quality of his attention, that grey-river gaze that she had spent five months learning to receive without looking away.
“I called Petra,” he said. “I’m going to do the show.”
“Good,” she said.
“I told her the working relationship needed to be strictly professional,” he said. “She agreed. I don’t think she was surprised.” A pause. “I think she understood, from the first call, that things were different.”