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Most of what attracted Beatrix to Duncans was the prospect that she could retain an attorney who comported himself at least as flamboyantly as she conducted her own affairs. And where others might at least subconsciously crave some balance of temperaments, this consideration never occurred to her.
What mostly separated her and Duncans is that he was very busy (even when he was finding a way to honk off McCravage) and she, being between jobs, was not so busy. True, her recreational calendar was as full as ever, with fairly equal sums from her entertainment budget going to support her fifteen favorite restaurants and the casinos owned by the Coeur d’Alene, Kalispel, and Spokane tribes. And still she missed the intense daily energy burns that work had afforded her. She felt like an out of work air traffic controller.
Page pushed her to consider yoga, and then to try it without coffee and cigarettes, and this seemed to work. She would do yoga for 45 minutes and, then, use some of her hard-earned inner peace to imagine how life was going on around her. What would her little sister in Montreal be doing? Who would Ramon be talking to, or sleeping with? What would Page be reading? And so on. In this task of imagination she started thinking again of Dryan and Cosmo. She began calling them every other day and on the fifth try she reached Dryan just as he was returning with Cosmo from a fishing trip.
They talked for 28 minutes and then, “pretty please,” she said, could you put Cosmo on? And he did, and Cosmo, when he began to run out of words, agreed to yodel a new tune into the phone.
“That’s perfect,” she said when he finished. “Good night young man.”
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